Author: Chris Rose

You Can Take the Mardi Gras Out of New Orleans

  Mardi Gras is canceled. So say the authorities. Bourbon Street is also “closed,” but have you seen it lately? It's happened before. Many times, in fact. In 1918 and '19, during World War l. (And coincidentally, during the Spanish…

A Peaceful Transition of Power

  It was a smooth and peaceful transition. Unexpected, to be sure. Sudden and jarring. But the Dear Leader bowed out gracefully. Wounded in body and spirit, he withdrew with dignity nevertheless. The newly anointed leader stepped in and acquitted…

A World Leader Brought to His Knees

  Over this past weekend, there was an astonishing shift of power in New Orleans, in the South, in America. A tectonic shift in attitude and results. A world leader – a king – was brought to his knees, embarrassed,…

Election Day, Week, Month, Year, Decade... Whatever

  It's Election Day. Week. Month. Year. Decade – whatever – in America. The mood is not well. Over the past five weeks, I have written a series of blog posts here at myneworleans.com which put forth a strange –…

Behind the Mask

The best part about this November is that I didn’t hear a single Christmas Carol in a store in October. I suppose that’s probably because I didn’t go to any stores in October. But still, it’s the little things that…

The Know-Nothing Party

  This is Part Four of five blog posts posted on myneworleans.com leading up to the Nov. 3 Presidential election. You can find the first three episodes here, here and here. If you choose to bypass those preliminaries, here's a…

New Orleans, The Harbinger of the Future

  This is the third in a series of blog posts leading up to the Presidential election on Nov. 3. It is non-partisan and (mostly) non-judgmental; consider it a cautionary tale, a lesson of history. Repeating itself. Again. And again.…

The More Things Change, They Actually Don't

  This is the second in a series of weekly posts leading up to the Nov. 3 Presidential election. The theme of which is – as the saying goes – the more things change, well, they actually don't. For the…

The Past is Prolonged

  It was in the early 1600s when William Shakespeare penned one of his many memorable quotes, this one from his play, “The Tempest.” “What's past is prologue,” he wrote, in what would be a for-bearer of the writings of…

Doggone Trouble

Back when I was a student at the University of Wisconsin, me and my friends would routinely go to the open-mic night at the Student Union every Wednesday night for kicks and giggles. There was this one guy who showed…

Who's the Greatest Patriot of All?

  Going into Week 4 of the NFL season, my Facebook feed is still getting battered with threatened boycotts and “Who Supports the Troops: Pass It On,” etc. Who's the greatest Patriot of all? I AM! Those are my third…

When Sally Met Harry

  But not really. There is no Harry. But there's everybody else, apparently. So, Hurricane Sally is coming to town this week. In one form or another, east or west or dead on. Followed by Paulette, which is kind of…

Get Over Yourself and Get in that Number

  Poor Drew Brees. Can't catch a break. (Fortunately, his job is not to catch, but to throw.) But three successive seasons in a row, three legit Super Bowl chances, and not a one comes to fruition. Bad calls. Bad…

People Watching

The theme of this issue of the magazine is an annual feature called “People to Watch.” It’s a fairly common offering in city magazines like this, along the lines of “Best Restaurants” or “Best Doctors,” etc. But I particularly favor…

No More Hurricane Party

  There was a time when this was all fun & games. That is, until somebody got hurt. You have to be of a certain age – post-1969 Camille (259 dead) and pre-2005 Katrina (1,800 dead) – when the notice…

Upon the Ground of Legends

  I've recently discovered that everything I own – all of my worldly possessions – fit inside of a 10' x 10' storage unit. Not including my car. I have pondered as to whether this is a good thing or…

Every Day is a Hail Mary Pass

  The Saints start preseason work-outs this week. That's generally cause for great joy, excitement and the pumping up of the eternal, often delusional optimism that defines a Saints fans. Has there ever been a season before which we have…

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams... BYOB

  I used to give walking tours in the French Quarter and now I don't. I go down there these days and see some of my colleagues (competitors?) out on the streets, masked up, telling to stories to small clusters…

Making Doctors

I grew up around doctors. My dad was the Dean of Georgetown Medical School. He was an administrator, lecturer, researcher, clinician and editor of medical journals over a 50 year career. He was a wicked smart guy. He met my…

The Name Game, The Blame Game

  The history of and conflict over Confederate monuments and symbols is now part of the curriculum in many schools. But what do you do when the school IS one of those Confederate memorials? The legacy of John McDonogh is…

New Name and Logo TBD

  I grew up in Washington, D.C. I was a Washington Redskins fan. Hard core, unconditional, undying – the way young boys can be about their home teams. They sucked when I was a kid, despite such roster legends as…

Your Man on the Ground in Staples, Minnesota

  I am presently away from New Orleans, engaged in an annual summer tradition, a 4th of July gathering of my partner's extended family in the faraway idylls of central Minnesota. Her parents live in Staples, two and a half…

Wishes From a Tree

It’s the summer of no summer. Or maybe the Endless Summer. Hard to tell. Either or both. This issue of the magazine addresses the topic of “staycations.” Question: Are there any other kinds of “cations” these days? Me, I’m staycationing…

The Technicolor, Nonagenarian New Orleans Peter Pan

  There are a few rare souls who, by their very essence, define this city. Those who – in their exaggeration, aggrandizement, ostentation and unequivocal embrace of a life in full – are physical manifestations of this pinwheel of a…

Too Soon?

  I'm no epidemiologist – hell, I can't even pronounce that word so I may not be qualified to make this call – but as is often the case after disaster, destruction, death or a diatribe, some folks wonder out…

It's Complicated

  Hello, New Orleans. Welcome to the Juneteenth week of America's existential dread. How upside down is the world? NASCAR is leading the way with racial consolation and community. And yes, I understand that I am grabbing low-hanging fruit here.…

A Bad Year for the Mystic Krewe of Nyx

  I think we can all agree that 2020 has not been a very good year. But it's been a really bad year for the Mystic Krewe of Nyx. (And in what other city do people get to write a…

New Orleans Is Keeping It Together

  I generally try to keep politics out of these blog posts. But I ask you: What isn't political today? Going to the grocery store is political. Getting a haircut – or wanting to get a haircut – is political.…

Putting on the Pounds

COVID-19. Not just a lethal virus anymore. Now it’s also the name of the weight gain phenomenon experienced by many New Orleanians in the wake of the outbreak. COVID-19; that’s four pounds more than the traditional Freshman-15, that annual surge…