Ketchup.

I am Uptown today. It is Saturday. Today turns out to be a good day for birdwatching in New Orleans. It is 86 degrees, straw hat weather. I have retired my felt fedoras for the time being.

I will traveling to a more frigid climate, 40 degrees Fahrenheit colder, so my felt hats will be required. That is in a week, I think. Soon. What will happen then will happen then.

There is a very nice ring for sale at M.S. Rau. I am in the market for a new ring. I am not in the market for anything M.S. Rau sells. I am not an oligarch. I am an aristocrat of the gutter, a position in society that carries social cachet but provides little income to speak of, certainly not enough for an antique Tiffany emerald ring from M.S. Rau.

The reason I am in the market for a new ring is because I traded pinky rings with someone the other day. Now, she and I are pinky buddies. Betty got all bent out of shape. “How comes you and me have never been pinky buddies, Mr. King?” So, I gave Betty the ring that the other girl gave me. Betty gave me a rubber band from her braces. The rubber band is cutting off my circulation, but I have two pinky buddies now.

Happiness loves company.

I went to Ted’s Frostop today. I was hungry. I will tell you about it in a minute. I have to let the chickens out. I had a hankering for a lot of burger.