So many hands built the LaLa
I got an email from Bud in which he said, “I miss the Lala on the Bayou! I know it so intimately and I feel like a piece of me will always be there.”
Yesterday Steve was here going over some of the final details of what needs to be done and we were talking about the bricks. He asked me where they came from and I said didn’t you see the original photo of the house? This was a California bungalow with brick clad columns. I moved from California and we turned it into a New Orleans house with mahogany columns.
I also told him that two ex-convicts were walking by as we were doing demo and Bud hired them for $6/hour each to chip away the mortar from the bricks. I used to walk by with the Bean and hear “chink, chink, chink” as they chipped away.
Why does that seem like a million years ago, a million men ago, a million me’s ago?