“In the spring of 1988 I returned to New Orleans. And as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the fragrance of Jasmine and roses around an old courtyard. I walked the street, savoring that long lost perfume.”
~Interview with the Vampire (1:41)
On a recent morning I woke up, thinking about my next vacation destination. Other than last year—after I returned from my trip through the South, when I longed of continuing my Civil War itinerary to Richmond and beyond—I did not have a similar desire after my visit to Richmond, DC, and Concord. There was no clear goal or destination to be headed to next, there was simply looking back—on this and the previous year.
But there it was, as clear as it was sudden: the thought of New Orleans, and Florida, a train ride in between, and a possible visit to Vicksburg—to cross Mississippi off my list of states and to visit the local Civil War battlefield, so crucial in the Western theater. And I delved into it head first, looked up plantation homes, Civil War sites, means of northbound transportation, and came across a Civil War Cruise the price of which—$4500 plus for 8 days—discouraged me, and subsequently made me think: if only I had a license or a driver, I could go all out and drive 1500 miles, from New Orleans to DC, visiting the likes of Vicksburg, Shiloh, Hodgenville, and Gettysburg along the way.
Wouldn’t that be awesome?
People. with different levels of sincerity, have said they could drive. And just to be on the safe side, I don’t take anyone up on it. But I cherish the thought—a man can dream.