There are two things that I have not done since arriving in Louisiana three days ago: take a shit and attend the 35th annual New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. The latter--an eight-day bacchanal featuring more than 500 performers from across the musical spectrum--was originally supposed to be the reason for my trip, but my dysfunctional bowels are starting to overshadow any interest in music. That's because the one activity that I have been engaging in during the last 72 hours, with a devotion that would impress a Carmelite... More >>>