With gentle roar of the St. Charles gliding through the “neutral ground” beneath a mane of Spanish moss flowing from the crown of the majestic oak…a pungent yet aromatic scent of kerosene, at an evening parade, from a flambeau carrier, picking up dimes and passing up pennies..a half slave dance/half improvisation so simple but profound you can only have been born with it, that responds from the whole of your body when called by brass horns at a “Super Sunday”…humidity thick enough to pick from the air with your tongue, like bubble, while standing on your Royal St. balcony…a simple truth that some phrases have a feeling, like the lightheartedness evoked by a “Dowatchawanna…” The United States established itself in 1803 with an acquisition of land, principally founded with a small port city and America planted its roots that day in New Orleans. Some culture is too strong to be lost, because winds can knock down trees and water can swallow land, but our Roots run deep…our Roots run deep. And where there are Roots…there can Rebirth.