Morning Call.
Mrs. King and Sweetboy are talking about pickle ball. Vincent prefers tennis. Mrs. King enjoys Sweetboy’s company. Vice versa. That makes two of them. To know them is to love them.
I wish Vincent was here. I would rather listen to someone natter on about tennis than about pickle ball.
Should we talk about Mrs. Peel today? There is nothing to report. One trip under the kumquat tree is enough to last two days. We are up to something. I will update you as needed. Free subscribers have no idea what happens behind the paywall.
Do you know what a tignon is? If you do not live in New Orleans, you probably do not. Aside from a mother, there is no class of woman more beautiful than a woman wearing a tignon. I am not talking about plaçage. I am talking about strong Creole women in 2023. This is New Orleans.
This is New Orleans. Female pulchritude is everywhere. Thank Heaven for New Orleans girls because they will grow up to be New Orleans women some day.
Never trust anything Sweetboy says. First, he turns me onto the red herring that Wit’s Inn is open for lunch. That was a bust. Lousy intelligence. Yesterday, Sweetboy tried to convince me that Morning Call is open 24 hours.
Morning call is not open 24 hours, no matter what the sign says. That has been Morning Call’s sign since it was located next to Café du Monde in the French Quarter. It is the same sign they hung out in Metairie, next to the newsstand. It is the same sign they hung in City Park. It is the same sign now that it is hung at the foot of Canal Boulevard.
The difference between 1870 and now is that Morning Call is not open 24 hours. Very few places are, anymore. Such is the march of progress. Such is the scheme to make New Orleans like everywhere else.
I am going to tell you about Mrs. Peel. I bet you wish were a paid subscriber right about now. Sign up if you dare.