Signs of life
The WSJ will no longer be delivered to my door at the Can, instead it will be left at the security desk. The note says that “due in part to the returning population of New Orleans, it is no longer feasible to deliver door to door at apartments.” That’s got to be a good sign?
The days have been so beautiful here as of late – in the high 60s and low 70s – such a joy to have these wonderful days and nights. Last night, G and I went to Bacchanal to have a big hearted Red wine and some stinky cheese and to listen to some music – the weather was so pleasant.
The TP says they are thinking of converting the naval station right across from Bacchanal, where street that parallels the levee dead ends to a dock for cruise ships – we thought about how the crowd would definitely change at Bacchanal – from the bohemian eclectic to the gadzooks variety. Good for Chris, not good for us. The Bean was with us and as usual she got plenty of attention there, which is just the way she likes it.