Lunch with my pal at Casamento’s, the legendary New Orleans oyster bar on Magazine Street. It might have been my last-ever oyster meal, at least on oysters not from frigid North Atlantic waters. Why? Here’s what one of my Twitter followers said:

Well, hell. I take prescription reflux meds, and, after a three-year battle with chronic mononucleosis, am pretty sure I’m considered to be immunocompromised.

Multiple fasciotomy surgeries. Why, Dennis Jordan, why did you tell me this?! You might have saved my life, but still … my little oyster-loving Louisiana heart is broken.