Dear Craig, Long time no see! I hope you are in good health and spirits. I thought I should drop you a line to let…
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Dear Craig, Long time no see! I hope you are in good health and spirits. I thought I should drop you a line to let…
I often remind Xy that we don’t live in the ghetto. This is especially obvious when we can look out the window and see kids…
Here’s my new desktop wallpaper, courtesy of Brother O’Mara: This photo was taken on Iberville in Mid-City, up near N. Telemachus. I’ve passed by this…
The damage to our car from running up on that curb has been repaired. The bill? $4,008.53. Xy’s response: Time to get a new car.…
I commented a year ago (to the very day!) that some sidewalks around our home were impassable, some friends recommended a stroller upgrade. They didn’t…
Parties are strange affairs. People gathering together for no other purpose than to celebrate life and enjoy each other’s company. What an ephemeral proposition! And…
Woke up to the sound of screaming. Actually I was already half-awake — I slept sitting up last night cradling the girl to help with…
Herb and Jenny are spending the night, along with their kids Marlon and Leroy, as they pass through New Orleans. We walked up to Venezia…
There’s nothing I want to do on New Year’s Eve except run around the Christmas-tree bonfire on Orleans Avenue. New Year’s Eve is usually a…
My sleep is interrupted by the peal of a semiautomatic weapon being discharged. Three spurts. Close by. I’m too groggy to check the time but it feels like midnight or two in the morning. Did someone just arrange another funeral? Did someone’s son (or daughter) meet their untimely end? But there’s only silence afterward, no shouts, no sirens. Maybe someone was just firing into the air for the hell of it. I drift back to sleep, uneasy, but too tired to care.
Here’s a number of Mid-City things on my mind lately: Looks like they’re working to renovate the bar at the corner of Bienville and Rendon.…
There was a lot going on at Grace Episcopal last night. A meeting for Planning District 5 was being held in the sanctuary. A Bulgarian…
I spent an hour or so today and another yesterday distributing 200 fliers around the immediate neighborhood on behalf of Mid-City Neighborhood Organization. Here’s the…
We worked a little magic in Mid-City today. We gathered on the banks of Bayou St. John and collectively welcomed a new person into our…
As I type this, I am under sonic assault. It is 8:15 PM on a Sunday night, and we are entering the fifth hour of…
What’s that floating in the water? Yes, it’s a portable toilet! This picture was taken on the entrance ramp to the basement of the Lindy…
It’s gone. So that only took three years. Check out the photoset.
I’ve often fantasized about organizing a cleanup of the Jeff Davis bike path. (For some reason I thought tribal drumming would provide a good accompaniment to the task.) It seems the Big Easy Roller Girls are actually doing it. Now I can fulfill two fantasies in one fell swoop.
Police sirens drew me out of my house Saturday around midnight, and I was surprised to see a hundred young people in the street. I…