I had my beignets and cafe au lait at the Cafe Du Monde in the Crescent City, but jesus, I think the last time was in 1976. Now, after Katrina, I wouldn’t want to go back there, it would be too sad. In a long life I’ve learnt one thing: you can never go back. You can’t step in the same river twice. Things change, and it’s almost never the way you might want them to change. Keep your memories bright, and go on to do new things. I treasure that long-ago memory of beignets and french coffee, I don’t need to go back there, and I’m looking for new frontiers.