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Rain, Rain, Go Away

  Is there anything possibly more mundane to talk about than the weather? OK, maybe pro wrestling, but still. That said, let's talk about the weather for a minute. (Because I don't really know much – or anything, actually –…

There is No Vaccine for Violence

  In New Orleans, the comparisons between COVID-19 and Hurricane Katrina are inevitable. Empty streets. Shuttered businesses. A populace in general despair and malaise. But you know things are getting back to normal when we start shooting the sh*t out…

The End of an Era in New Orleans

  Inevitability can be a bitch. We all saw it coming. We all knew it was coming. But prior knowledge does not necessarily provide a proper salve for memory, nostalgia, adulation and loss. Maybe you heard the news: Drew Brees…

The Morstead Affair

  Pro sports can suck sometimes. Actually, a lot of times. And it's always for the same reason. Money. “It's just a business,” we fans are told. Don't get emotionally attached. Sometimes it's a greedy player that sets things awry.…

When The Party Is Over

  There are, of course, universal conflicts that can rend apart a relationship. How to raise your children. What to feed them. Who changes the diapers at 4 a.m. Who should do the dishes. (Depends on who cooked the meal,…

Louisiana Crazy in the News Again

  The last box of ammo I bought was at the Jefferson Gun Outlet. It is a nondescript, inconspicuous one-story building on Airline Highway, a stone's throw – or rifle shot – from the old Zephyr Stadium. It looks benign,…

Can't Take New Orleans Out Of Carnival

  It turns out, you can take the Carnival out of New Orleans, but you can't take the New Orleans out of Carnival. It seemed inevitable that when Mardi Gras was officially “canceled” this year (good luck with that), folks…

The Geezer Bowl

  To begin, I am not the sports/Saints writer for MyNewOrleans. That job goes to my colleague Chris Price. Then again, I'm also not the food writer here. Nor the travel writer. But I write about sports, food and travel…

The Day The Music Died

  I don't really know what to say. Usually, in this space, I try to write pithy, witty commentary about our city and state and our communal lives. All the weirdness and comedy that abounds. But I don't have it…

What's In A Name?

  This week is a big deal. In forty-nine and a half states, the focus of the country is on the Electoral College and the war over votes and counts and delegates. And let's hope that's the only war that…

So, This happened.

  A couple weeks ago, there was a Christian rally outside of Jackson Square, part of a national protest called the “Let Us Worship” tour, which has been drawing thousands of largely maskless worshipers around the country. So a young…

Set The Bar Low

  Before the Saints game on Sunday, my partner says to me: “ This one's hardly worth watching. The Saints are gonna smoke the Eagles.” Well, you know that old Army phrase: “Smoke 'em if you got 'em.” Apparently, we…

So, That Happened

  OK, so this happened. There's an annual event called Naughty N'Awlins. What it is, is an annual swingers convention in our fair city. If you don't know what that means, Google it. After all, this is a family-friendly blog…

One Degree of Kevin Bacon

  Donald Trump – or to be more precise, his donors – spent three million dollars last week for a recount of electoral votes in Wisconsin's most prevalent minority urban districts; Milwaukee and the capital city Madison. The state demanded…

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 –…

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…

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…

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…