Should I stay ...?

This incident has been for me a giant rock that landed on the "you should go" side of the scales, where previously the pebbles have already been piled pretty high -- and pretty evenly -- on both sides.

Today I am sitting in a familiar neighborhood cafe suspiciously eyeing every Contractor Guy -- if you live here, you know the type well: clean-cut but sunburned face, showered and dressed in Sunday best, looking hungover and out of place when not on top of a house or shouting orders into a Nextel Walkie Talkie or in some Bourbon St. dive.

If you live here, you also know that in New Orleans suspicious looking characters outnumber 'normal' seeming people at least two to one, so this preoccupation better be temporary, otherwise I'll never get anything done/will never leave the house again.