Ray Nagin wins the first annual Dangermond Lack of Leadership award – this Wednesday, May 30, Mayor Nagin will present his first State of the City address since Hurricane Katrina and the flood. The address will begin at 6:30pm at the National D-Day Museum. Almost two years since Katrina and Rita – Nagin rears his incompetent head and proves that bad leaders happen to good communities.
The theme of Super Sunday was “By Any Means Necessary” – that is what the determined Mardi Gras Indians – greatly diminished post Katrina – said about keeping to their tradition and performing this year. We saw Chris Rose on the bayou, mulling around – another reminder that my “Chris Rose is Dead 2 Me” book is missing since I moved into the LaLa – and G went over to speak to Chris – we…
I went to have dinner with mom who looked tired and is tired from the long hours she’s working in Raceland. Ever since Katrina she feels compelled to be a martyr and work beyond her capacity. As I was getting the groceries out of the car N, K’s son, called to me from the bayou where they were sitting. I said hi and went about my business – not wanting to go back into that…
Sitting up in my office trying to do some work on this Memorial Day I hear the Vegetable Man going down the street calling out “I have mirlitons. I have tomatoes. I have squash. I have watermelon.” He hasn’t been around in a long while.
I went for a long bike ride yesterday morning and was able to examine then file away several things that have been at the forefront of my mind. The list: 1) The things that make you a stronger person hurt like hell. 2) Any day that I am not appreciative and grateful for my life is a dark day. 3) People see what they want to see in you – but no one ever knows…
When I lived in Marin, I was speaking to a police man one day telling him how safe I felt in our neighborhood and how I left the backdoor unlocked. He said, do me a favor and don’t do that. He said most every crime is a crime of opportunity – a thief sees an open door or window, a rapist sees a woman alone, a burglar sees a target unaware – and he made…
We had for a moment the Mid City Art Market down the bayou under the canopy of large oaks on North Jeff Davis. Everyone agreed that the market belongs there but sadly it is permanently located at Palmer Park on South Claiborne and Carrollton. The good news was that Dr. Bob had a kiosk and I was able to get my Be Nice or Leave sign, which has a special place right over my front…
You think New Orleans is just about having fun – you guessed right. On Saturday morning, I had to hurry up and do all my “to do’s” because Bayou Boogaloo was starting at 11 and the fun was about to start all over again. My favorite act was Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue – I sat on the grass but when C came along and cozied up to me, I had to get…
Every time we go to La Vita there is a new Turkish person to meet. It seems there is this endless supply of them. I keep reading about how many people live in China – but either we’re depleting the Turkish country of its population or there seems to be a lot of Turks still yet to meet.
G and I headed to Bacchanal for a Friday’s tapas night and got there and decided to head back home. We made it to Swirl and hooked up with our usual crowd and wound up over at LaVita for the evening. All feathers that had been ruffled were smoothed and we spent the evening enjoying everyone’s company. We tried to convince G to run for Judge. We formed a club of people who had been…