Mare Nostrum.
I know I am not supposed to say it this way but I am hanging out with a krewe of Chicano drug dealers. I was wondering why none of these people have jobs. Now I know. It is 10:08AM. Mrs. King knows where I am.
I am where most people fear to tread. I am your man-in-New Orleans, forever on patrol.
Did you know Liuzza’s-by-the-Track charges $30.00 for a tee shirt?!? I have to talk to Jimmy’s nephew to see if people are ponying up. On the internet, anything is possible. In New Orleans, everything is possible.
Truth is stranger than fiction where I live. If you can get it, take it. The shirts only cost $25.00 from your waitress. Supplies are limited. Take what you can get.
Wait a second. I should be promoting a podcast. It is called Balcony Views, for reasons that escape me since we do not sit on a balcony. We sit in my back garden and watch the chickens while yukking it up about nothing in particular. If you would like to waste more precious time, subscribe and leave a five-star rating on iTunes. It will help people find the show.
I feel like I just swallowed a hairball.
I am Uptown and the internet is wonky as I write this. I am in New Orleans. There is a bucket of water next to the ladies’ room because the HVAC system is leaking. Somebody just kicked the bucket but they avoided kicking it over. The cleanup of that would have been something to watch. It is a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world.
Fear not, I have something super, super-interesting to talk about in a moment.
While I dislike tourists who ask to take a photo of your humble narrator, I sometimes indulge them. I charge five dollars. I prefer cash, which leaves no trace, but, I also accept Venmo.
Belly up to the bar.
Wait until the folks in Topeka see this!
Now, let’s talk about something more interesting than me.