I’m a first generation American on my father’s side, but might as well be 100% as I was raised my whole life with my father telling me that I’m not American. Funny thing is that on a journey into my own self-actualization, which started somewhere around 28 and ended with an epiphany at 32, while attending Mills College in Oakland, California, I discovered I am if not exactly then uniquely American. My mother’s family arrived…
There is a 4-5 foot alligator making its way in the Bayou between the Esplanade and Harding Bridges. The police cars on Moss are there this morning for that purpose, waiting for Wildlife & Fisheries to arrive & remove him. Photographer: Amy Sharpe
We’re leaving the Big Apple and headed towards the Big Easy and are overjoyed at the prospect of sleeping in our own bed, seeing our dogs and bastard cat, and getting up on Saturday morning with the bayou in full view. There is no place like home.
This weekend is the Creole Tomato Festival, The Louisiana Seafood Festival and the Cajun Zydeco Festival all in the quarter, all in one weekend. It’s hard to imagine having the stamina for three in one weekend but all three are worth attending.
This trip to New York has been lopsided, too much work and not enough energy for play. Last night, after another disco nap, we went out to see what was going on in the city. We took the subway to 11th Street and wondered around. T is right, the neighborhoods with their quaint low lit restaurants and residents strolling home from picking up milk and flowers are much more intriguing than the noise of Times…
Gone are the days when I could act like a road warrior or actually want to be. After starting my day yesterday at 4AM and then ending it at Vatan’s Indian Restaurant down on 3rd and 29th for a friend’s birthday celebration, I finally hit my wall. I had just come from JFK, and collapsed on the bed for 45 minutes into a deep sleep, then I came out of the Muse and couldn’t find…
Last night, I was having a sugar low and I went to the bathroom and dropped the toilet paper, which was precariously placed on a tiny shelf, on the dark floor and started crying. This happens. My mind gets all confused and I feel as if aliens have taken over my brains and emotionally I become a basket case. So in the bathroom – which was three foot by three foot – I tried to…
Years ago, when Times Square was cleaned of its prostitutes, vagrants, drug addicts, a lament went out that they had genericized this area of New York. Over the years, with its Planet Hollywood (which I still don’t comprehend), its Toys R Us, and chains such as Friday’s, Times Square has become some weird suburban oasis in the midst of a most urban city. Now, the city government has turned Times Square into a mall. Some…
I went up to the Jet Blue counter and asked the woman behind the desk a question and she barked at me to go to the Service Desk to get the answer. I didn’t get mad, I just thought poor thing – she either hates her job or she thinks that I don’t matter. I went over to the other desk and the woman there apologized for her colleague and helped me thoroughly. She was…