This evening I'm hosting migrating Tulane students in the condo. This may not make my condo neighbors ecstatic, but they will live through it. The Tulane students were displaced by Katrina, and ended up in my son's dorm in New Mexico last fall. For a cultural exchange, my son's high school lunch gang is here, too.
I've never been a care-free world traveler. I've never even been an extremely tense world traveler. I may have been the last mother to haul cloth diapers and a stinky diaper pail on a road trip. Funny thing, the diaper pail seems like year before last, but it was really 1983. I can still smell the Desitin diaper rash cream.