I’m downstairs in the big, empty club room of our apartment building reading at my favorite table by a 10-foot Christmas tree. The tree is green, lights tiny and white, ornaments silver and blue. The book I am reading interests me, but I can’t...
I have been putting off this post for nearly a month, partly because I’ve been working through stages of grief and denial and partly because I didn’t want this writing to be overly sentimental. I have by now come to some degree of acceptance . ...
Tennessee Williams makes me wonder why I even try. I spent my lunch hour today at the Monteleone Hotel, buying tickets to this weekend’s Tennessee Williams Festival. One of the events is a play about the author’s terrible relationship...
1140 St. Charles Ave., Lower Garden District, New Orleans: This is where I work. I helped a co-worker paint these boards in February 2006, six months after Hurricane Katrina. I have installed them every Carnival season since then to protect this...
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...
I am in Hannibal, Mo., boyhood home of Mark Twain and me. Each of my visits is a raft ride back to my past. My family moved here after we buried my father in Southern Illinois, on the Ohio River; we had family here. I lived in Hannibal from the...
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...
I just learned that a hero of my childhood died in 2015. I need to pay tribute to him, for he gave my early years a few of their most exhilarating moments. This piece is about old-school stock car races and dragstrips, and the adventures . . .
This morning, my wife, Lisa, did not forget I promised to go with her to see The Bean while we were in downtown Chicago. The large, mirror-surface, popular work of public art watches the entrance of Millennium Park, a few blocks from our hotel. I...
My New Orleans street smarts are keeping me out of trouble while playing tourist in downtown Chicago. Yesterday morning, I was discovered nosing around the entrance of a restricted area under East Lower Wacker by an employee of the city auto...
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