From the classified ads in the Times-Picayune today:
CEMETERY PLOTS
My parents moved to Branson, MO 20 years ago and will not need their double plots. It's located at the Garden of Memories in Metairie, LA. Here are some details: It's in the Chapel of Eternal Peace, Hall of Glory, Crypt 331X, Tier C, which is located at eye level. Priced to sell. $8900.
I have no desire to be buried in Metairie. I dislike going there to even see a movie.
I prefer the Broad Theater, on North Broad Street, in New Orleans, LA, USA. I was just talking to someone about the Broad the other day, about how I like to go for a hotdog, a Pimm’s Cup, and a couple games of pinball.
There is a pinball machine at Checkpoint Charlie’s on the way to the laundry room. I did not play it the other morning. There is also a Galaga machine at Checkpoint Charlie’s, should you be interested.
Directly below the ad for cemetery plots, there was a very different ad altogether:
FARM EQUIPMENT
2020 John Deere 4066R, 479 hrs, 66hp, 485A backhoe with 50 hrs. heat and AC, R4 tires, 1 owner, more info available. $25,000.
Those two eye-level cemetery plots really are priced to sell. A tractor costs almost three times as much. One has to consider a lot of factors to decide what to buy.
This is New Orleans. We live in New Orleans time, in Wonkavision.
I just overheard a lady say to her luncheon companion, “Get your hands off me, you damned dirty ape.”
The plot thickens. Emma is not working today. I think it was yesterday that I observed that I enjoy food seasoned with the inevitable disappointment built in. It saves time. I should have asked. I could not finish what I ordered, which turned out to be a plate-sized toast covered in crabmeat and goo.
We all have no one but ourselves to blame. I made my bed. If I was like that guy from somewhere up north, the guy who always falls asleep at the bar, I would have rested my head in it. I was on high alert.
It is Jazz Fest.
Howzabout a little paywall action right about here? I have no idea what is going to follow next.