I am sitting here watching an open fire hydrant pour out its contents.
Have no fear. A New Orleans Sewerage and Water Board employee asleep in his truck next to the fire hydrant.
Car 573, where are you?
This is New Orleans. Your tax dollars at work.
Property taxes are due at the end of this month. That money is being flushed down a collective toilet.
Iberville Street runs parallel to Canal Street. It is the next block downriver. It is mostly residential, but Katie’s is there, on the corner of Iberville and North Telemachus Streets. Telemachus was Odysseus’ son. Now you know.
Samedi Gras is two days away after today, so, what does the city decide to do today? Tear up the street in front of Katie’s. That should be good for business.
It will do nothing for public safety since thousands and thousands of people are going to descend on this neighborhood for Endymion. Thanks for tearing up the street, City Hall! Can we order some extra barricades and cones?
Nothing makes any sense in New Orleans. They are not going to finish the work in two days, and then, they will not be able to finish because it will be Mardi Gras. This will take months. Why start today?
Incompetence is an over-rated virtue unless you work for City Hall.
Endymion is a parade, in case you do not know. It is the only super-krewe that rolls through Mid-City. It is worth watching. I think Mrs. King and I will go. Canal Street is just twelve blocks behind our house, or, we can take our motor scooters.
Two wheels set one free. We can park wherever we want, even right at the beginning of the route, should we so choose. Two wheels set a person free. Ask any bicyclist. It is like flying.
The Endymion route starts at City Park. The floats will be out the night before, along Marconi Boulevard, ready to spring to life when the moment arrives.
I am not coming to Katie’s on Saturday.
Mardi Gras is getting in the way of my usual routine but I am not complaining. This, mon ami, bon ami, is the most magical time of the year.
And now…