A friend sent me an article from the Boston newspaper about New Orleans and its bohemian denizens – they referred to us as bayou bohos – not bad. If you consider that most of my adult life has fallen into one cliche or another – I gladly accept bayou boho as my moniker – wear it loud, wear it proud.
As I packed my suitcase last night, trying to think of what I might want to wear three days from now – always a struggle – I thought about the comings and goings around here. We’re travelers, me and T, not vacationers, definitely travelers. While sometimes it is for work and sometimes it is for pleasure, I inherited gypsy blood and my wanderings are what keep me centered rather than the opposite. The pull of…
I have declared myself an ambassador for this great city, and I’ll tell anyone who wants to know how great the charms and ways of New Orleans are. After Katrina, I decided the least I could do is proselytize about a place that has me thoroughly under its spell. So when Tom & Matko came from Croatia and one of them is an architect, I made it my business to put together a walking tour…
The pelicans are back on the bayou! I was walking Wolfie this morning and saw one big Louisiana brown pelican soar by me and land in the bayou. This is the first one I’ve seen and it means that fall is here. Although I was sweating when I saw the bird and the thick, humid air outside did not inform me it was fall, rather a continuation of summer. But the joy that fills my…
There was another incident in the neighborhood last night at guess where? Pal’s – one of my neighbors sends this missive around: At aprox. 2:30 am last night, two masked gunmen kicked in the front door of Pal’s and ordered the bartender and the hired security man to the ground. The criminals then proceeded to confiscate customer wallets. One customer attempted to overpower a gunman and as a result of the struggle was shot. Thankfully,…
I forgot to go say happy birthday to my across the bayou neighbor – on June 22nd, she turned 94. We were on our way over to the museum today and passed and saw her sitting on her porch. She looked great. I tried to call Happy Birthday from the car but she couldn’t hear me so I jumped out and went over to wish her happy birthday. She said, “Well. Aren’t you going to…