I had a very nice birthday. Thank you for asking. Vincent did not bring a hooker to dinner. She is an accountant, not his, but somebody else’s. I really enjoyed talking with her. It is none of your business what we discussed. Our booth was a duet of tête-à-têtes.
Anyhow, I rarely stay out past 10:00PM. Mrs. King and I walked to Crescent City Steaks and we walked home, contented and satisfied, arm-in-arm. Hello, young lovers, wherever you are, stay always faithful and true. It was a beautiful night. An owl landed on Mrs. King’s shoulder. A bluebird landed on mine.
New Orleans in the light of day and New Orleans after dark are the same place, but they look very different. In sunshine, New Orleans is magical. At night, New Orleans is enchanting.
All cats are gray in the dark.
I have not heard much about Nick Lobo recently, though plenty of people ask me about him. I did see Alice the other day, the one who looks like Imogene Coca and is in love with Nick Lobo.
I am drawing the curtain. If you want to learn what is happening in the ongoing Nick Lobo saga, among other snippets of life in this wonderful city we call home, get the paid subscription.
People ask me if I make stuff up. I do not need to. I live in New Orleans. This is what it is like to live here. The nice thing is— are you ready?—
You can always ask Mrs. King and Vincent to verify what I am telling you. They know as much as I do, sometimes more, depending on what we are talking about.