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Settle in.  I want to tell you what I’m up to. It only looks like an Edward Hopper painting.  This is my life in New Orleans. A woman can be any age, from girl to crone, and, whatever age she is, she always looks better when she sports a black beret.  Prove me wrong.  You […]

I purchased a new monocle recently.  It is made of faux tortoise shell, so it is thicker than my wire monocles, hence, it is more noticeable.  That’s it’s downside.  I like to blend into the background.  Mr. Wallflower.  I will say that, because the parts are thicker, this new monocle is really comfortable.  It feels

I’m not going to spend a lot of time talking about oysters with caviar beyond mentioning that I had a dozen for lunch.  They were delicious.  I was at the Bourbon House, in the French Quarter.  That’s where I go when I get a hankering for a decadent lunch.  I didn’t linger overlong.  I am

Won’t you come out to play?  Greet the brand new day? Let’s have lunch.  Whaddaya say? Today is Saturday, which means there was no traffic in the streets this morning.  I had the streets to myself, hitting every green light.  Two wheels set one free.  Everyone’s favorite Vesperado was out on city-wide patrol with a

If you want to learn your future, you can get your palm read or some faux gypsy grifter can stare at her tarot cards and spin you a story.  You can read the horoscope in the Times-Picayne.  Me?  I read the obituaries in the Times-Picayune.  We will all end up there eventually. Bazooka Joe has

My heart knows what the wild goose knows and my heart goes where the wild goose goes.  We are both going to City Park today.  Wanna come?  If you have the inclination I have got the time. I used to go to City Park every day but I have gotten out of the routine.  I’m

You don’t need to be from Kentucky to get lucky in New Orleans but it doesn’t hurt.  There are more Popeyes and Churches than there are KFCs.  To tell the truth, I think the nearest KFC is in the suburbs.  The nearest Church’s Fried Chicken is about a ten minute walk from our front door.

New Orleans is made up of things both visible and invisible.  It takes a certain kind of eye to appreciate all the various threads out of which any day in New Orleans is woven.  I know.  I live here.  So does the ghost of Paul Morphy. Paul Morphy knew.  He lived here, too.  He had

Poll a random sampling of people who are not Roman Catholic New Orleanians.  Who is  the patron saint of New Orleans? You don’t have to.  I can already tell you the top three answers.  They are: 1). Joan of Arc. 2). Joan of Arc. 3). Joan of Arc. It is not Saint Joan of Arc.

Follow me. Where does the sun go at day’s end?  To the other side of the world.  A night in New Orleans flows as stately and steady as the Mississippi River.  Big Muddy.  I bask all night in the star shine on Dumaine Street. What is the moon?  Ask lovers old and young.  They can