Ghost Town
There are no strangers in New Orleans. You only have to meet someone once. New Orleans is a ghost town that the people haven’t yet left. Ours is a haunted city with many mansions. Some are more colorful than others.
You should read the blog at LaBelleEsplanade.com. If you like this, you will find years of piled-up minutia to pore over and study. A simian appetite favors fruit. A hominid mind is omnivorous. The lizard’s brain has a mind of its own. This is New Orleans, a climate where hybrids thrive.
Do the living outnumber the dead? Ask a fortune teller in Jackson Square. You will be right in front of the cathedral. It is not a museum attraction, irregardless of what you think. I know what I just did there and I did it for a reason, irregardless. If it didn’t grate on your nerves, how very nice for you. We stand together.
There are castles in the air, if only they were there. Life in New Orleans is a beatnik love affair. Catch every wish you can. Hunger makes the best sauce.
O, come. O, come, Emmanuel. It is the fullness of Advent. The world awaits. Everything happens in the fullness of time.
What is this mysterious city in which we live? Ask Saint Augustine. Me? I’ll take the bus.
Prior to Katrina, children would take public transportation to school. They don’t do that anymore. It is very rare to see unattended children on the bus. I wonder why? How do they get where they go?
You wouldn’t know it from RTA ads, but the bus is full of people who are resigned to their fate to spend a significant part of their day in close quarters with drug-addled mental patients. The ferry is different. There isn’t much to do in Algiers so must drug-addled mental patients avoid Algiers Point unless they live there already. How often do you sit next to a drug-addled mental patient for a half hour with nowhere else to go?
There is always the back of the bus, but it is no quieter than the front. That’s where passengers urinate on the seats where they sit. It is little wonder schoolchildren don’t take the bus. Most people wouldn’t, given the chance.
Given the option, most people prefer to take a streetcar. The ferry is nice, too.
The world is an oyster. New Orleans is a ghost town filled with Christmases passed. I know. I went to Greenwood Cemetery today on grave business.
Monkey business to follow, the best kind. You know what that means!
The best kind of business is sea monkey business.
