The Alder Hotel.

I just saw myself in the men’s room mirror. The secret to happiness is low expectations. I look old. I wear my wave-black trousers rolled as I crisscross New Orleans on my Vespa, hearing the neighborhoods singing, each to each.

I stopped at the Masonic Cemetery today. The gates are open at the Conti Street entrances, 6:00AM-6:00PM.

I stopped in front of the Red River Pilots’ Association tomb. It is a magnificent piece of work.