Infinite Bustle.
It is difficult to imagine New Orleans being a city of infinite bustle but things do happen in New Orleans in their own ways. For instance, the next time I have something to do is four days from now. Four days from now will be showtime. Between then and now, anything can happen and anything probably will.
What is going to happen in four days from today? Time will tell. That is the way it goes in the wonderful city we call home. Only a fool cancels his plans at the sound of a hurricane warning.
We had thunderstorm alerts last night. Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Between 2:00AM and 3:00AM there was rain and thunder and lightning. I know. I was out there, your man-in-New Orleans. Everyone has to make a living.
I went to Checkpoint Charlie’s yesterday for breakfast, Sinatra-style, during the wee, small hours of the morning between 5:00AM and 6:00AM, before the sun comes up. A person can see a lot of interesting goings-on during that time of the day.
I went behind the red door. What I found was nothing like what is behind the green door down the street. Whew.
Checkpoint Charlie’s is a 24-hour dive bar and laundromat located at the foot of Frenchmen Street, where Frenchman Street begins its journey to Gentilly, to Filmore Avenue, where Frenchmen Street ends and Vermilion Avenue begins. You can take a bicycle to either end.
Can a creature of the Mid-City afternoons learn something from the detritus and clutter that rolls in the pre-dawn darkness of New Orleans? I will tell you behind a curtain. Free subscribers should try a paid month. What do you have to lose? Seven bucks. I think it is worth it.