In 1814, We Took A Little Trip...

So I am admittedly about three weeks off from commemorating the actual 200th anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans.  But in my defense, I was probably still really hungover from New Year's at that point.  And since the Battle of Fort St. Philip just concluded a week and 200 years ago and since this is around the time of the British evacuation from Louisiana and since this is my blog, by God, and I will do with it as I please, I feel quite justified in marking the occasion of General Jackson triumph with this post.  

Now Memorialized in Stamp Form!

Now at this point, this post could go in a couple directions.  We could talk about the battle, and how cool it is to think about Jean Lafitte and his crew of pirates blasting away at Redcoats.  Or this would be a great opportunity to discuss the evolving reputation of Andrew Jackson over the last 200 years, from "Savior of New Orleans" to ruffian responsible for the Trail of Tears.   That would in turn be a nice segue into considering the historical understanding of the War of 1812 itself, and how it has mostly faded from the historical consciousness of the nation.

But in point of fact, I think it much more fitting to the spirit of New Orleans and the spirit of history and the spirit of lazy Sundays to turn over analysis to the hands of very capable Zydeco musicians.