Still Too Dangerous

At age 71, I'm not the party guy I used to be. I was in New Orleans a few times in the ’70s and ’80s but haven't been back since then, and obviously not since Katrina. My visits there, and Mardi Gras in ’76 have left me with nothing but fond memories, particularly a July Friday night in ’87 when a friend of mine and I walked into Tipitina's as Walter "Wolfman" Washington began his last set with "Can I Change My Mind?"