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.