It’s almost midnight, and I have to take my mom to the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport at 7am. (Don’t worry, folks; she’ll drive on the way there . . . So I guess, more accurately, I have to deliver my mom’s car from the New Orleans Airport, but same difference.) Anyway, that’s my excuse and my inspiration for yet another hasty header, though Mr. Armstrong deserves a much deeper dive than this. Maybe someday! Until then . . . .