God Smiles on Gert Town.
Unlike J. Alfred Prufrock, my life is measured in idle chitchat and gossip. Of such things are my days made.
Laura F. wrote to ask if Alice has uterine cancer and that is why she thinks Nick Lobo caught the cancer from her. Keep those cards and letters coming folks!
The answer is no. From the way Delancey tells it, Alice is asymptomatic HPV-positive. She goes for a cervical cone biopsy every year. She qualifies for Medicaid. You find this all fascinating, I know. Of such things are my days made.
“She doesn’t know the difference between cervical cancer and uterine cancer. Young people today, they read something on WebMD and then they think they know something,” Delancey said as she rolled her eyes.
She was preaching to the choir.
Let us talk about something else distasteful, shall we?
John “Cougar” Mellencamp’s music should be banned in New Orleans.
I went to the Jefferson Feed next to the Pizza Hut that is next to the Office Max that is next to the Panera. I went to the Jefferson Feed that is in that stretch of North Carrollton Avenue that we call Little Metairie.
I dislike this Jefferson Feed. I would never walk in the front door except I need some chicken feed. I dislike the section of this Jefferson Feed that serves the urban poultry industry. It is an afterthought and whatever I want is never in stock. This Jefferson Feed is mostly for pet owners.
If I want to go to a real feed store, I have to go to the Jefferson Feed out in the suburbs, the main one—the one that is in an old movie theater. They have everything an urban poultry could need, but, going there would involve a trip to the suburbs.
The only thing I like about the Jefferson Feed in Little Metairie is Haley, who mans the cash register. I am sure I have mentioned this before.
Haley has a lovely voice that reminds me of someone else. We do not talk about much, strictly business. I have little interest in shooting the breeze at Jefferson Feed. I have other things to do.
I talk about the same things every day because I talk about the same things every day. It is nice work if you can get it. Such is the flaneur’s lament.
I am going to Public Belt tonight. I will get there when I get there because I have business to attend to at chez King before I do anything else.
Alright, now I am going to talk about something more interesting than human papilloma virus and other STDs. What follows will not be chicken feed.
I am going to talk about how I saw the face of God shine on that abandoned tower on Loyola Avenue. I have photographic evidence. Then, will tell you about is the pizza restaurant that gets Domino’s delivered to the kitchen. Then, there is soup that could be anything.
Every day in New Orleans is plump with tiny adventures. What I am going to talk about is what it is like to live here.