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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…

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…

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.…

Another Addition To The Ain't Dere No More Ledger

  I never figured I would miss last call at Johnny White's. One reason is because they never closed. The little dive at the corner of Bourbon and Orleans was notoriously, relentlessly and defiantly always open. Without lights, AC, electricity…

These Walls Tell Our Story

  Nothing has ever looked more like the post-Katrina New Orleans apocalypse than the French Quarter and Frenchmen Street in recent weeks. Empty streets. Vacant buildings. The vigor of the neighborhoods now bereft of life, love, noise and revelry. Boarded…

Little Richard, New Orleans & Me

  In our younger and more vulnerable years, Little Richard and I were both dishwashers. I worked in the back of the house at a Turkish restaurant called Husnu's in Madison, Wisconsin, in the early 1980s. He worked at the…

Channeling My Inner Finn

I've been gone from this blog space for a little while. I took a voluntary leave of absence and involuntary leave of my senses. In short, I went crazy. I'm guessing you can relate. In these times, you either say…

At Least It's Our Own Couch This Time

  Comparisons between corona and Katrina are inevitable. But here's one inescapable difference: In the wake of the storm, there was so much chaos, movement, pandemonium, adrenaline, rushing about, driving and crying, frantically searching – for people, pets, possessions. It…

Doomsday Gardens and Chicken Coops, How Are You Coping?

  Some folks are reacting differently than others. Hoard or donate. Night terrors or shrug it off. Sneeze into your elbow. Elbow dap. Or both. (Eww.) Isolate or reach out and tell everyone you love them. Toilet paper or banana…

Don't Squeeze the Charmin

  The most familiar admonition from the Book of Timothy in the New Testament tells us: Money is the root of all evil. But there's more to Timothy's story. Directly addressing the End of Times – the very Apocalypse –…

The Mud Bug Bop

  We gave the world jazz, and did anybody thank us? OK, maybe the French. We gave the world alligator wrestling, and did anybody thank us? OK, maybe the Australians. Poker, Rock 'n Roll, the Sazerac, Lucky Dogs and Richard…

13 Circles Of Hell

  I had a tour to give. That's what I do for a living. Unlike most tour days – I left my house in plenty of time to park for free in the Treme and walk to the meeting point…

Beyond Bourbon Street

  Here we go. The home stretch. The final week. The sprint at the end of the marathon. All the parts, parcels and parades – the ways and means – of the last wild days and wicked nights of the…

A Man Without A Portfolio

  When folks around here get upset about local street musicians playing too loud, too late or too close to something, they generally work to pass a law. Several years ago, the Archdiocese convinced the city to create the St.…

The Sunny Sunset Years

  Over the decades, I've been one of those prone to bleak forecasts about the future, sometimes wondering if I even wanted to be a part of it. But I have found my reason at long last to go on.…

If They Only Had An Access Road

  In November, I posted here a story about the “issues” at the Louis Armstrong International Airport. (See: myneworleans.com/terminal-trouble ) No doubt you've heard, read about or experienced the brand new state-of-the-art facility in Kenner which – at a cost…

A Neighborhood Story

  She's behind me in line at the corner grocery. I don't recognize her. She doesn't look local, not Mid-City at all. Black skirt, fashionable pumps, ironic hair cut. I'm guessing she's staying at a nearby AirBnB. This neighborhood is…

A Winning Team

  Let us now pause to bask in the glow of young men and their athletic feats and glory. No, no, no – not those guys. Not Joe Burrow and all that LSU stuff. I mean – well done and…

Doom of the Dome

  Maybe I'm just not Who Dat enough. Because, although I pledge as much fealty, allegiance – and many words with even more syllables – to the Bless You Boys as anybody else...I'm over it. Truth is, I was over…

Mr. Chill, More Than Just A Barber

It seems that death is a recurring theme in my writing these days. Chalk that up to the price of getting old. The people you know, love and admire start kicking off. That's…

Dustan Louque and Papa Noël

I’ve got a friend, a musician from Louisiana you might never have ever heard of, mostly because he seems determined to keep it that way. His name is Dustan Louque, of the St. James Parish Louques and let me tell…

Drew Brees, a GOAT's Tale

  Drew Brees. What's left to be said about him? Probably not much, but I'm gonna try. For starters, I hate the term GOAT. Greatest Of All Time. It really chaps me, but maybe that's because I grew up being…

Eli's Last Stand?

  Maybe it's too early to write the epitaph for Eli Manning's football career. Maybe not. Given a chance to redeem his flagging career on Monday Night Football, his flagging coach put Eli in as the starting QB for his…

A Louisiana Riddle Wrapped in a Mystery Inside an Enigma

Thanksgiving is over. Most of it, at least. All but the lingering heartburn and resentments from the very difficult dinner table discussions with siblings, in-laws and other necessary relatives. But forget about all that. Until Christmas, that is. With the…