New Orleans | Street Courtney Pittman August 16, 2017 Through pestilence, hurricanes, and conflagrations the people continued to sing. They sang through the long oppressive years of conquering the swampland and fortifying the town against the ever threatening Mississippi. They are singing today. An irrepressible joie de vivre maintains the unbroken thread of music through the air. Yet, on occasion, if you ask an overburdened citizen why he is singing so gaily, he will give the time-honored reason, “Why to keep from crying, of course! There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly. We wander through old streets, and pause before the age stricken houses; and, strange to say, the magic past lights them up. America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland. People don’t live in New Orleans because it is easy. They live here because they are incapable of living anywhere else in the just same way.