I walked in and around downtown San Francisco, catching up with clients and stopping by to see a few colleagues. Their city, I marveled, was running like an efficient machine – streets cleaned, people sporting professional yet hip attire, businesses open, goods displayed for all to see and come in and buy. The contrast to here was startling. As I went inside One California and stepped into the elevator, Linda Ronstad was singing “Blue Bayou”…
I arrived in SF to see a mugshot of Gavin Newsom splashed across the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle – a troubled look on his brow. Soon found out that he has been having some alcohol and rehab issues. Day after next, I was having lunch with Steve and asked him what goes on with da mayor and his drinking problem. Steve said, you don’t know? Turns out Gavin was sleeping with his…
The woman with the purple hair at the Sav-A-Center had to hand me some paper towels because I am still bleeding from my attack this morning by Rusty. I went to get 50 assorted Hubig Pies to bring to the San Francisco office – they love pralines there – well they love anything sweet from here there – including me, of course – so she helped me wind the paper towels around my bleeding fingers…
This morning I went to pet Rusty and he viciously attacked me – and then I had to try to get him in the cat kennel to take him to the vet and he basically ripped my arms and hands to shreds (and I was wearing heavy duty gloves and polar fleece). So when I finally got him in the cat carrier, I took him right downstairs and walked across the street to the field…
Ran into Bob and Bayou Girl this morning walking around the bayou – can I just say there are so many stone foxes on my bayou – anyway but he said the fundraiser has been postponed to March 8 between 5 and 8PM and that he himself has procured many a “deal” as he calls them for the auction. Also he said Terranova would be supplying 500 linkes of Italian sausage to be split open,…
Apparently some guy is crawling under people’s houses in MidCity and stealing copper by sawing off pipes. How lovely is that? Do we also blame our impoverished society on what drives someone to tear up someone else’s house who probably has just gotten back into their house 20 months after Katrina?
Today’s New York Times Quote of the Day: “You can put a cop on every corner, and you will not stop the murders. As long as you have a large population that is uneducated and has no job and no hope, what else is there to do but sell drugs?” ERIC E. MALVEAU, on New Orleans, the nation’s per capita murder leader.
I dropped G at the airport and the Bean and I went and had lunch with mom today. She is thankfully looking and feeling much better than she has been. This seems to be a pattern with her – one slip on her health-a-meter leads to a downward spiral that looks like it might keep going, then she bounces back and goes back to her normal state – which isn’t great, but it seems to…
Poem Without Forgiveness The husband wants to be taken back into the family after behaving terribly, but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud. Night after night Tybalt’s stabbed so the lovers are ground in mechanical aftermath. Think of the gunk that never comes off the roasting…
It is nigh impossible to find antique hardware that was once so common in New Orleans – the way the doors latch, the hinges, the transom pulls, not to mention window locks – all of these fine metal pieces are victims of Katrina – no one salvaged anything – they just threw cypress doors away with the brass and iron ball hinges, they chucked transoms with the brass rods, asbestos roof shingles tossed into piles.…