Author: Errol Laborde

Stirring It Up: The Governor's Gumbo Debate

  Not that Governor John Bel Edwards doesn’t already have enough to worry about, but each year around this time as the weather teases us with a slight chill a person, even a Governor, can be forgiven if his thoughts…

Saved by the Fest: George Wein's Legacy

  Not to be bragging or anything but I once met one of the Jazz Fest’s all-time biggest celebrities. I think it was at a cocktail party, I’m not sure where or why, when I fell into a conversation with…

The Future Crashing Into The River

  I thought I saw a ghost of New Orleans, a sad apparition of a glorious city that once was. I will always remember the moment during the evening of August 29 as the city lights flickered then went out.…

The Spin of the Ball

  On my desk is a baseball - now browned and tattered, bruised in places, its innards exposed in spots. It was found in a box on the bottom rung of a shelving unit, pushed to the back of the…

In Need of Eloquence

  On Jan. 28, 1986, Ronald Reagan, President of the United States, approached the White House podium that is used for televised addresses. The nation that he was about to speak to was in shock that day. Many Americans craved…

Next Stop: Area 51

  There is a lot to see from looking upward in Las Vegas. There is the Big Apple roller coaster which races along the top of New York, New York casino; the High-Roller, a Ferris wheel is so big and…

Why Bon Temps Rouler?

  Have you noticed? There is a fleet of new RTA buses around town. Look at their upper right side corner - there in full glory, written in bold script is a phrase which has been flummoxing me for years:…

Edwin Edwards' Legacy Was No Joke

  Accused of having taken an illegal campaign contribution, Edwin Edwards, who knew the law better than most judges, once offered a novel defense. For someone to have made the contribution was illegal he explained, however it was not illegal…

Haiti and the Louisiana Connection

  Last week the President of Haiti, Jovenel Moise, was assassinated creating more instability for an island already know for disorder. Even the legitimacy of his presidency was questioned, yet another sign of a country teetering. There is seldom good…

Streetcar: Vic, Nat’ly and Bunny

  We know the day was the Feast of St. Joseph the Worker. It was during the time when Morten Andersen was the Hall of Fame kicker for the New Orleans Saints. On this morning, one of New Orleans’ finest…

Deacon John Takes the Cake

  John Moore, known to the world as “Deacon John,” was acknowledging a picture taken at an event he had attended recently. Pictured with him was Archbishop Gregory Aymond. Moore broke into his characteristic loud laugh, which punctuates nearly every…

Bullets On A Sunday Afternoon

  Last Sunday afternoon (June 6) around 6:15 I was driving toward the river on Canal Street waiting for a light to change on the block between South Rampart St. and University Place (Now called “Roosevelt Way”). All was quiet,…

D-Day: Charging Through Time

  Some kids were playing on Omaha Beach, building sandcastles. Nearby an adult couple walked along the sand at shore’s edge, presumably looking for shells, the nautical kind rather than those fired from cannons. The shards of war have long…

Streetcar: The Creole Tomato

  Not to be bragging or anything, but I once happened to meet and talk to the Queen of the Creole Tomato Festival. The festival is held annually in the Dutch Alley section of the French Market. Given the demands…

A View From Bruning's: West End's Glory Days

  Sometimes neighboring political bodies join together to forge historic agreements. Few are as anticipated by those who remember the old days along the lake as the efforts by Jefferson Parish’s and New Orleans’ councils to redevelop West End. The…

What Stagger Lee Brought to Lundi Gras

  According to the legend, “the night was clear, and the moon was yellow, and the leaves came tumbling down.”  At this point Lloyd Price, a native of Kenner who was one of the top rhythm and blues performers of…

Going For the Gold: Rah-Rah Rugby

  Several years ago, when e-mail was young, I got a message from a freelance writer in New York state who was pitching a story idea. A couple of times during our exchanges she used the word “scrum.” Born and…