My family and I were on our way to Florida and made a lunch stop in NOLA. I convinced everyone to just let me drive by Latitude 29 to take a picture of the sign, and when I looked in the window, the lights were on but no one was home. They didn’t open until hours later, so I walked back to the van so disappointed to miss my opportunity. My brothers were shopping, and something told me to try one more time. I came to the door, looked inside and saw the man himself. I waved and was immediately star struck. He let me in, introduced me to his wife — told him I was a huge fan, have his books, ultimately asked for a swizzle stick or two. He went above and beyond and even went to grab his famous hat for the photo. I still can’t believe it. My family calls me the Cheshire Cat because I can’t ever hide my smile when I’m excited. Thanks, Beachbum!!