Yesterday as I waited for my luggage at MSY, four men got texts at about the same time, and then said Charley Trotter’s name. I asked why, and they said he had died: one of them made a throat slitting gesture. I asked how he died and they said, almost at once, that if it was foul play, it was his wife who did it. Odd and interesting interchange minutes after his death announced. I guessed they were from Chicago from their accents, and wonder if they were chefs on a busman’s holiday in NOLA, or food writers. Any way you look at it, a fascinating interchange about a fascinating man. Today’s news said autopsy inconclusive and cause of death might be long in coming. RIP Charley, we hardly knew ye!