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A great neighborhood

George came by to look at the soil and see what he needs to make this hard packed inpenetrable ground grow something – we walked a few houses down to look at the orchid tree in the back yard of one of my neighbors and on this particular day, the warm wind was blowing, the sun was bright but not blazing, and it was about 83 degrees and he said to me, “This is a…

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The subplots are the ones that get me

M came by this afternoon to talk about what needs to be finished around here – he stayed for a beer and then another and before you know it we were having dinner together at La Vita and trying to fill in the blanks of what the last 30 years might have been like – and in the end it’s surprisingly familiar how two people live their lives. F was giddy over him because the…

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Screaming like a bird of prey

We headed to Jazzy’s for delicious roast beef poboys and then to Bacchanal to enjoy the gorgeous weather and hear 007. G had taken J on the misery tour since I was at the hospital with mom. The misery tour was part misery and part inspirational because their feedback was that the 9th Ward is looking good while the bad part is that Lakeview is not looking anything. Support the 9th Ward and treat yourself…

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Who will write our stories

Even the dead still speak about us here and now, and then: “I don’t believe in dullness. I believe in passion and wonder and excitement. I believe in people having a storm in their hearts, a great big furious storm that sweeps all trivialities away like scraps of paper or dead leaves.” — from Tennessee Williams’ Mister Paradise

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Neighbors – my blast from the past

Headed in Swirl on Friday I ran right into P&E – my neighbors from General Pershing back in 1988. They said they were just talking about me to Chris over at Bacchanal because they were reminiscing about neighbors – but in particular our neighbor who lived on the left of me. She had a dog she called Mother (only because it had a litter a week) who lived under her house and during one particularly…

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Bob Namer is my brother

We were going to head to Chickie Wah Wah last night but the band was not about dancing and that is what we wanted to do. So we went by La Vita and caught up with the girls and sure enough found dancing there. We got home late and J still had her little dinner party going on and was out in the front yard sitting around the table listening to music. J and I…

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John Besh rocks!

We went to August last night for the beginning of my birthday celebration and had what I call the menage a fois – YUM – the dining room has been reconfigured yet again but is gorgeous with its chandeliers and dark wood and oversized windows. My entree was the gnocchi with truffles – fabulous as only Besh could do it – need I say more?

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Here’s how we do it

Friday, I took J through the routine – walked from the LaLa across the Magnolia Bridge to wine tasting at the Pitot House, then to the packed house of Swirl on a Friday night, moseying over to LaVita to get the prime table, and have everyone join in – the Turks, the Farris’s, the Italians, the whole community all out for the night. I just read in the Lagniappe that Angel who owns Lola said…

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