Author: Chris Rose

Are You From Here?

  It happens all the time, especially if you're in the service/hospitality business, as I am, and the people you encounter day-to-day comprise an ever changing roster of people from out of town. “Are you from here?” they ask. I…

Terminal Trouble

I've been thinking about the Louisiana World Exposition a lot lately. I have a feeling I may not be the only one. But it's not necessarily warm memories tinged with wistful nostalgia. It's because it was an event touted throughout…

J'adore Boudin

  I don't usually write about food. There's a reason for that. It's because I don't really know all that much about food. In fact, that was the reason I got hired by Rouse's Market several years ago to write…

Struck by the Clock

Stop the presses! I have an idea. A really good one. But wait, I guess it’s too late. There are no presses to stop. The presses are gone, actually. Along with everything else that used to be part of the…

Do you Voodoo?

  As of this writing, the mud hasn't yet dried and City Park is still littered with branches and fronds and more than a few random clothing and Halloween accessories – a lonely sandal here, two socks that look like…

Hard Times at the Hard Rock

And the walls came tumbling down. Mostly. And so goes the story of the very soft Hard Rock hotel. You know the story. You probably saw the video. You might have even been there. A lot of people were. On…

The Elevator That Won't Go Down

  Tired of crappy news? Me too. So let's take two really bad current events – Fort Worth (cop shooting) and buildings falling down (our own not-so Hard Rock hotel), and try to find some light. Tough call, I know.…

The Taunting Tower

This is a true story about a New Orleans architectural landmark. It sounds like the kind of tale embellished by age, time, memory loss and…

Jingle, Jangle

On a recent hike through the outback meadows and wilds of City Park, I came across a spectacle that stopped me in my literal tracks and – truth be told – depressed me more than a little. There, behind a…

It Happens In Threes

  OK, me says to myself. You don't have to write about the Saints in this spot every week. It's too easy. Too predictable. So...two points on that: First, writers write about what people are talking about. Well, People are…

Bridge(water) Over Troubled Waters

  In the NFL, the grunts on the line of scrimmage – the guys who actually get paid to overeat; good work if you can get it – are not traditionally put through the rigors of long distance sprints during…

Fasten Your Seat Belts, The Saints Are Coming

  It's not yet been a full news cycle since the Saints football season began and it's already a side winding, master blasting, nail biting, heart beating, gully washing, teeth gnashing hurricane party. In other words, just another Season of…

Root, Root, Root No More

  For me, as I suspect for many, the beginning of end of professional baseball in New Orleans began when they changed the name of the team. Some traditions you simply don't mess with. And you sure as hell don't…

In A League Of Their Own

  It took all summer – all year, actually – but it looks like we finally found a subject we could all agree on, a common cause we could all support, a result we could all cheer. The truth, unabridged.…

Telling The Whole Story

  The story of Nancy Parker, the stalwart, standard bearing reporter and news anchor at WVUE-TV – Fox 8 News – is well noted by now. She was beloved. Dedicated. Kind. Fearless. And, out on an assignment last week –…

Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot

  Damn this heat. No, seriously, DAMN this heat. That said, is there anything possibly more mundane, more predictable, more pedestrian, more picayune – than talking about the weather? Answer: No. Then why is everybody talking about it? This is…

Home Again

  I'm home. Home again. It took a while. This has been, for me, an unusually busy summer of travel. For someone who doesn't travel much (anymore), it has been disconcerting and disconnective at times, bouncing from place to place,…

The Road Less Traveled

It’s not a commuters’ paradise like Mandeville. It doesn’t have that upscale boutique vibe like Covington. If you’re looking for big box stores or movie theaters, try Slidell. It’s not deliberately eccentric like Abita Springs. It doesn’t have pastures and…

Infested With Culture

  I'm originally from Maryland. My first state. My first place. My first people. And I love it. It's got the best seafood in the country outside of Louisiana, and sometimes even better. (The debate over steamed versus boiled crabs…

Big Easy in the Big Apple

  I've just returned from a trip to New York. I love that city. I hadn't been there in years. It's so...New York. And so...challenging. Particularly if you are from New Orleans. It's our Easy to their Apple. Simon &…

Bring On The Rain

  The rain. They told us we were gonna get washed out. Again. But what does that mean? We got washed out last week by a storm that didn't even have a name. It's when the TV weather guys don't…

The Advocate Takes A Pic

And now there is just one. As there was in the beginning. One morning in May, New Orleans woke to the news that John and Dathel Georges, owners of The Advocate newspapers, had concluded swift and secret negotiations to purchase…

Here Comes LaVar

  Unless you live under a rock – inside of a cave, inside a remote jungle, amid an as-yet-undiscovered indigenous Amazonian peoples (with no WiFi) – then you have no doubt heard the news: New Orleans is about the get…

Tribute Writers

  It seems like a lot of stories I write these days are about people who died. Dr. John, Leah Chase, musician Spencer Bohren and my former Times-Picayune colleagues Ronnie Virgets and Frank Donze, to name just a few from…

Mac and Me

  In a career marked by many strange phone calls – an occupational hazard for a newspaperman – one I got in the fall of 2005 was a true corker. The voice on the other end of the line was…

The Memorable Mr. Hughes

  School's out. And with the passing of this academic year, so goes the passing on of a local hero. His name is Mark Hughes, and the mark he left on thousands of New Orleans kids and parents is incalculable.…

Gutter Punks

I’m conflicted. I find myself re-examining a matter upon which I was quite certain my mind was made up with no chance of equivocation. At issue here are the gutter punks, that vast, unbeloved subculture run roughshod over the French…

Subject Line: Shelter in Place

  It's not exactly the surprise you hope to find when you check your in-box for the first time in the morning. The subject line to a recent email said: Shelter in Place at Freret Campus. My kids' school. The…

Goodbye, Railbird Ronnie

  When I was a cub reporter at the Times-Picayune in the mid-1980s, the sports section featured a brief daily racing column called Railbird Ronnie. Buried in the way back pages – even behind the fishing page – its eponymous…

French Quarter Security

Security has been a primary concern in the French Quarter ever since the 18th century when France dispatched its convict ships from Marseilles to its woefully under performing settlement in the New World with instructions to make something of the…