Dutch Klub.

MAGNA ORLEANIA. All caps, like reading a map. Latin is the language of love.

I live in Magna Orleania, l’Ile d’Orléans. French is the language of law in Louisiana.

Today, we have a lovely view of the back of Panera Bread Company and Office Depot. You should see it when the sun goes down. I am not going to stay that long. I never do.

I found out that there is a comedy open mike night at The Other Bar on Freret Street. Wha-a-a-a-a-at?!? I am told that the comedians at this open mike night perform on Wednesdays or Thursdays evenings, starting at either 9:00PM or 10:00PM. I need to talk to a few more sources to hash out the details.

There is nothing worse than unreliable sources.

Ed’s name has come up in conversation twice today in ways I did not expect. Before today, I rarely hear neither hide nor hair of Ed unless I am talking to Mrs. King, and, the last time she and I talked about Ed, that was a long, long time ago. What’s to talk about? Today— a lot.

Patience may be bitter but the fruit is sweet. It is time to pull the curtain.