I talked to a buddy of mine in New Orleans about an hour ago. Over the course of the conversation, he said this:
"They just went to the store to pick up Jena. Wait, not the store. The place where the planes go."
I don't leave for "the place where the planes go" for my own flight to New Orleans until tomorrow morning. But I am looking forward to it. Thankfully, I'm taking a cab to the hotel, so my friends won't have to pick me up.
By the way, KJ, it wasn't your son, though I'm sure he's equally brilliant at the moment.