It’s a wonder what you can see walking in a few short blocks. I arrived in the Quarter last night to meet relatives for dinner. I took a couple of loops around to find a parking space, but finally spotted one on Bourbon at Gov. Nicholls. Arriving about an hour early, I was on...
I planned on stopping at the grocery on the way home today. I was thinking of maybe picking up some burgers or possibly a steak to grill. Then I passed Pat’s Seafood in Covington and saw all the cars packed into the parking lot, and thought, “Shrimp.” So I turned around. Bought one pound...
Nola’s not the only one with computer woes. My office PC crashed and burned last week when the little tab that holds the heatsink onto the processor popped off while I was playing Far Cry working furiously on a writing assignment last Tuesday evening. I heard a noise, but ignored it, and a few...
This past Sunday was the 24th annual Chef Soiree. Held in Covington’s Bogue Falaya Park, the soiree is a fundraiser for the Youth Service Bureau, and organization that funds CASA and other programs for at-risk youth. An impressive list of restaurants set up booths and offer a dish or two for tasting. There are...
On our way to St. Joseph church on Tulane, Nola and I were passing the old Falstaff brewery building near Broad and Tulane. I remembered seeing a picture a while back that someone had taken of a statue sitting on top of the building. We went to check it out, and there it was....
Dinner at the Galley on Metairie Road after the St. Joseph altar excursion. Did someone say shrimp, plate or plate o’ shrimp? My fried shrimp dinner: Nola’s shrimp salad: Coincidence? They had a whole slew of specials on a board I meant to get a picture of. My favorite was the listing for “Softshell...
Right after Nola called to say she had her St. Joseph Day post up, into the office came some goodies. St. Joseph altar goodies, including prayer card and fava beans for good luck. It’s like the goodie bags Nola talks about, only it’s a goodie platter.
I went out to Covington’s Spring for Art celebration last night. First stop was Sarah Dunn’s gallery and studio fronting Boston Street. Sarah’s probably the youngest gallery owner in town, a bundle of blond energy and a big believer in participatory art. While displaying her Kandinsky-meets Peter Maxx-crossed with Dali blend of creations inside,...
Nola told me about the dead partner’s mail coincidental occurrence and that she wanted to do an entire post on coincidence. “Isn’t that freaky?” or something to that effect, she said. I told her my take on it: It happens all the time, too often for it to really mean anything. At least twice...
I got to work this morning, sat down, turned on my computer. The co-worker in the adjacent office came up and said, “Do you want this? It’s from 2006,” as he handed me a pristine, never folded, never mangled copy of Le Krewe D’Etat’s parade bulletin. It’s the one from after the storm with...
Well, we got out to see Bonerama at Rock ‘n Bowl Saturday night. It was the end of a long day for me, driving from Covington to Baton Rouge, doing an interview and shooting photos there and then driving to New Orleans for dinner and then Rock ‘n Bowl. It was turned out to...
