You and I are involved in a very rare, alchemical pas de deux. I am not talking to anyone else you may imagine. I am writing this to you. You, alone. I am telling you something between you and I, nobody else. Don’t get squeamish. Welcome to my world.
Every day in New Orleans is a skein of thread that gets unraveled and woven into the tapestry of any given day. A skein of thread, or yarn, as the case…
Please. Rain, Rain, go away. Don’t come back until another day. Termite issues today. They are everywhere. Not just in my house but, literally…
I am running all over town today. Mr. Zippity. I don’t have time to talk, unfortunately, because you know I would like to. I will leave you with this…
A clam may be delicious but it isn’t a good conversational companion. I cannot remember the last time I ate a clam. We only have oysters in New Orleans…
I was on People’s Avenue today. People’s Avenue is a difficult street to describe in any interesting way. It is nowheresville, man. The only people who…
I took today’s title from a line in today’s Wall Street Journal. I am not sure what to make of the notion. Food for thought. What would make someone…
I am stuck in the back garden today, all day, again. I don’t mind. I enjoy being a good husband. There are angels in the details. Today is another…
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