Chance, Destiny, and Prudence.

I have an abrasive neighbor. It is not Ed. The abrasive neighbor is not a close neighbor. Ed is smooth as velvet. I like as a neighbor. I am glad the abrasive neighbor lives a few blocks away, though still on the same street.

Here is what the abrasive guy just said, no kidding: “Thanksgiving is my thing. Thanksgiving is unpretentious. I’m ALL ABOUT Thanksgiving.”

What a piece of work this guy is. I will be glad when he is gone.

He is gone.

Alright, I gotta put the paywall up here. Sorry, folks. What happens next is so weird I gotta make it worth my while to try to explain it. I am going to talk about something momentous that has happened in New Orleans’ afternoon demimonde.