The Way Home, #3

It’s hot.  I mean, really hot.  It’s so hot that when you step from the shade across that Great Divide into the spot where the sun hits the pavement, you just wanna shrivel up.  Except that you can’t shrivel up because the humidity plumps you back out again. It’s the kind of hot that makes…

Katrina: The Big One-Oh

Saturday mornings are a quiet realm in my neighborhood. Well, early Saturday mornings are. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’ve been porch-dwelling for an hour inside this cocoon of silence. Watched the sun rise from behind the Bald Cypruss tree that has, now, swallowed my front…

Poolside Pussyfootin’

My streetcar trundles down Carondelet and past Indulge Island Grill every morning on the way to work. Indulge had always looked fairly innocuous and not like very much at all – it mainly continued to catch my eye because of the pirate sign hanging over the door. I had no idea they had a courtyard…

Le Musée Conti

It is astonishing, on a 90° day with 74% humidity in New Orleans, the grand difference it makes depending on whether the sun is, or is not, behind a cloud.  If the sun is tucked in all cozy-like behind a soft blanket of cloud cover, the temperature outdoors is more than tolerable, it is downright…

Touch Wood, Scratch a Stay, Turn Three Times

…”May the Lord and saints preserve us.” One must do this, aboard a ship, for luck, as my own dad (a salty dog in his own right) reminded me when I told him the ships were a’comin’.  I can safely report that J and I did just this, on all three tall ships when we…

Street Art: New Orleans Era

Good morning, rainy world.  At least, it is rainy here this morning, with those big ol’ thunderBOOMS that the dawg seems to finally be starting to figure out.  At least, every time one rings out over the wet grey sky, he doesn’t jump up, run around, shake, and hide under my feet.  Little guy must be adapting!…

French Quarter Festival, At Last!

I seem to be having more adventures that I can write about in a timely manner.  Of course, the hotel having a busted wireless modem didn’t help, or else I would have been all tidily caught up by now…I have been internetless for days.  Today, it occurred to us that I could freely network in…

Exploring, Wandering, Passin’ Time

Applying to jobs in a new town, or anywhere for that matter, involves a lot of time spent playing the Waiting Game.  Playing this Waiting Game all cooped up in a hotel room in Metairie defines, I think, a whole new idea of Stir Crazy.  Truly. Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t been hiding in…