Just when I thought I’d seen it all in this crazy post-Apocalyptic city of ours, I discovered the bizarre mystery that is… The House of…
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Just when I thought I’d seen it all in this crazy post-Apocalyptic city of ours, I discovered the bizarre mystery that is… The House of…
I believe the story in today’s paper is the 17th installment that Stephanie Bruno has written about our renovation:
DESPITE SETBACKS, MID-CITY RESIDENTS HAMMERING AWAY
Saturday, March 10, 2007
By Stephanie Bruno
Contributing writerNOTE: When we last visited Bart Everson and Christy Paxson, work on their Mid-City home was progressing sporadically, and the recent murder of their friend Helen Hill had dealt them a blow. Now, repairs are proceeding more predictably, but additional worries are clouding their horizon.
If you want an idea of how screwed up things are here in New Orleans, consider this. Earlier this week a hotel caught on fire.…
Yesterday some friends were discussing their dreams of departed relatives. I reflected that I haven’t remembered any of my dreams for a long time. Then,…
This one is for my friends and readers who don’t live here in South Louisiana. Do me a favor. Please. First, when you’ve got a…
Biggs disappeared sometime around the New Year. He had an infected cut behind his ear. Xy treated it with peroxide, but we fear the worst.…
I’m proud of my neighbor, co-worker and friend Michael Homan, who will testify before the US Senate on Wednesday. Go man go.
Occasionally a single photograph captures the essence of a time and place, the zeitgeist as it were. click to enlarge
Xy has a secret admirer. She found this letter in her purse yesterday. click to enlarge Note that she teaches 6th grade, so this isn’t…
Even though the renovation of our house is taking a lot longer than expected, we’ve felt very fortunate for a number of reasons. We had…
Donna comes and cleans my office every day. Her son was killed last Mardi Gras. We talk about Manny frequently. She’s strong, but the pain…
Xy and I always enjoy a good hearty squash soup in the winter. Unfortunately, winter seems to have ended here before we could use the…
Two articles grabbed my attention this morning: New Orleans since the storm: An American travesty by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor Feeding 18,000 Families Each Month in One…
This is New Orleans. This is how we live. This is how we die. Not everyone gets a jazz funeral. You have to be special.…
Helen Hill had lots of friends here, and most of us couldn’t make it to her funeral in South Carolina. So I think tomorrow’s event…
I have a picture on the op-ed page of the Times-Picayune today, in honor of Black History Month.
I hope my dad doesn’t mind me sharing this update he sent via e-mail yesterday: A few years back, Ruth and I visited the Munch…
Is it possible for one day of festivity to change everything? I woke up Mardi Gras morning wondering if I had a friend left in…
For the last 364 days, life here may have sucked for most of us, but on this one day (at least) there’s no place I’d…
Just a few days before my father’s operation, two of my closest friends received news that their own fathers were coming, abruptly, to the end…