Another Piece of the Puzzle.
New Orleans is a puzzle that will never be solved. The good should never be the enemy of the perfect. Nothing is every perfect, especially in The City That Care Forgot.
While I was walking the dog on Kerlerec Street, I saw two houses on the same block, one address apart. I am talking about the 7th Ward. It is up-and-coming. Ask your local realtor.
One house is a spiffy New-Orleans-dream-house like someplace on Walmsey Avenue.
The other house has pieces of 2x4 nailed inside its windows to keep squatters out. It will not be that way for long.
I am purposely not saying the situation of the second house will not be that way for long because squatters will get in one way or another, or, because this house will be fixed up soon and sold to a new taxpaying neighbor. If you know the part of New Orleans I am talking about, you know what I mean. Money talks, squatters walk. I cannot speak for you, but, I love taxpaying neighbors. The more the merrier.
Have we talked about hoboes recently? The world of a hobo is a parallel world, much like New Orleans and the rest of the world. We are all God’s children.
I am going to do something that I do once a month, or so, for paid subscribers. I am going to talk about what I am up to and why. I say I do it once a month or so, but regular readers will probably say it is more often than that. I do not know. I move to my own rhythm, dancing like nobody is watching. More to follow after the paywall, the best stuff that is more of the same— only better.
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