When I get questions in the comments, I am happy to address them, as long as they are not too personal. You can AMA, as the cool crowd says, nowadays. Ask Me Anything. I am a treasure trove of New Orleans trivia. This is my life.
I realize now, after an unfortunate turn of events that distracted me off my planned course, that I wanted to do something else today. Today has been so interesting, and, since all of my New Orleans days are a variation on a theme, I have reverted to my usual rut. I am at Ralph’s-on-the-Park. It is nice to see you.
It is the first day of Advent, the beginning of a new liturgical year. This next Mardi Gras is going to be the best one ever.
I am taking tomorrow off to work on my new project, until something else in New Orleans distracts me. Gee. I wonder what will happen?
Nothing in New Orleans happens in a smooth straight line, not even Earhart Boulevard. Earhart Boulevard is paved with good intentions but it goes nowhere.
Earhart Boulevard is not named after Amelia Earhart. It is named after Earl Earhart, R.I.P. Earl was a New Orleans Commissioner of Public Utilities, and mayor for a day.
If you can make it in New Orleans, you can make it anywhere.
Whatever you do, do not order the Crab & Avacado Toast for $16.00 at Ralph’s-on-the-Park. This is just one gentleman’s opinion, but, as someone who makes recommendations for a living, you will leave much more satisfied if you order the Smoked Salmon Toast for $12.00.
Lump crab meat is too expensive right now. This is skimpy. Get the salmon toast. You will thank me. Keep those cards and letters coming folks.
I need to talk briefly about Hubig’s Pies, at commenter Paula R.’s request. I have a story about that.
Then, I have to talk about something I said that somebody said is so profound that she had to write it down to remember it for later. I know the feeling.
I have been told three times today that I am think both differently and deeply and differently. Whodathunkit? All that time skipping skool sure paid off.
Living life in New Orleans is like being a snail on a damp Conti Street sidewalk. That kind of snail’s shell always leans to one side. that is how you spot them from above.
A tiny snail in the rain resembles a copper dime if you are near-sighted.
After Hubig’s pies, and being profound, I do not know what I will want to talk about next. It is still early. Today promises to be a ride more mild than wild.
Let us pull the curtain, shall we?