I was eating lunch in my car today in front of St. Theresa of Avila Church at Coliseum Street and Erato in New Orleans when the sound of Christmas carols radiated from the bell tower. This Catholic place of worship is close to my office. I have...
I write a lot about Uptown New Orleans because that’s where I am most of the time. I don’t live there, but I have worked in the Lower Garden District for 13 years as of this past Wednesday, which has taught me how to park without getting...
I will begin with an Uptown report as I haven’t been downtown or to the French Quarter or anywhere else lately unless you count Interstate 10, which I don’t. I was in Metairie once but I wasn’t paying attention. I’m...
Today, I’m back at Coliseum Square Park in New Orleans, where I often spend lunch hours strolling the grounds, borrowing shade from live oaks, coveting surrounding mansions and trying not to look like a creep on a park bench. Across the...
If you get to St. Charles Tavern before daybreak, the overnight people are still here. Service workers who showed up after 2 a.m. and hospital staff in scrubs, who just ended their shifts, occupy noisy tables in the middle of the room. Older...
I’m sitting in St. Charles Tavern, pre-dawn, drinking coffee and listening to a mustachioed, 50ish guy dressed in a plaid shirt and a ball cap, deep of throat and shallow of content, loudly and with great passion explain to a young couple the...
I like to say Mardi Gras is about love. It sounds trite but what else could it be? It’s history, yes. It’s tradition. It’s pageantry, nonsense, blasphemy and religion. It’s food, drink, art, music, dance, light, color, and, in spite of the police...
In past years, by this far into the New Orleans Carnival season I would have checked on the city and reported how she was doing. I would have tried to help you see and feel the cultural sea change that takes place here at this time every year...
I caught up with a friend of mine last night at the New Orleans Seafood Festival on Fulton Street. He was visiting from Illinois. I don’t know how long this little to-do has been going on and I don’t care to look it up; it was modest...
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