ODDS & ENDS

"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 scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume."

  "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,...