Checkpoint Charlie’s, The Music Box and DIY Choices…

Every once in a while, one is reminded of the choices we make in life, of how we sometimes get mired in the vacuum’s we create, and how my vacuum ain’t your vacuum and vice versa…and I guess we all have our own qualifications for what constitutes a good vacuum/life and what don’t, what is…

My Two Cents on the Rail…

First, a disclaimer…when the Krewe¬†of Eris rolled down the streets of the Marigny and the Quarter, I was over 1000 miles away. Wasn’t there, didn’t see what happened and I won’t pretend to understand the events of that night from any kind of firsthand knowledge. What I do however understand from my own experiences are…

An Afternoon With Charlie, An Evening With Mayor Landrieu

The Sunday afternoon after Rising Tide found me in a bar on St. Claude Ave, having a drink or three and talking to a guy named Charlie who was splitting a pitcher of beer with his friend. Charlie lived in the St. Roch neighborhood, born and raised in New Orleans and he was telling me…

Going to New Orleans…

Going on vacation…going to what I like to think of as home…see ya round at the Maple Leaf, Rock n Bowl, Flanagans, One Eyed Jacks, Fahey’s, Molly’s, Mojo’s, Checkpoint Charlie’s, Apple Barrel, Vaughn’s, The Spotted Cat and of course, down by the river… Back in a week… As always…Have a nice day…