In Session
I have a dream. I’m going to move to New Orleans and open up a DC-themed bar. I’m going to call it “In Session” and set it up somewhere posh where we can pick up tourists and commuters. For all …
Category: New Orleans
Journeys
As you read this, my plane will be bumping from BWI to New Orleans, a town I’ve tried to visit at least once a year since 2001.
Treme: A Glossary
Treme is about to become your new favorite show. You may not know this yet, but it’s true. HBO has already ordered a second season before the first one has even wrapped. The television-watching intelligentsia have been waiting for David …
Le Bon Temps
We shared a table with a Canadian couple the other night, Saturday, waiting for the parade to start. He was already four scotches in and still seemed mighty sober. She was adjusting her scarf, watching out for him, watching out …
Open Hearted Dogs, Part 1
Dad started banging the pots in the mornings. He’d grab a clean one in his big left hand, find a pair of tongs or a stainless steel spoon for his right then hold each tool above his head and beat …
The Gustav Evacuation, Part 4: Our Return
All bad things must come to an end.
The Gustav Evactuation, Part 3: The Wait
We know what we smell like, okay? Hours and hours under the sun or smothered by night heat have us sweating coffee, sweating Red Bull. The clench of old cigarette smoke. Fast food and soda breath. We are covered in …
The Gustav Evacuation, Part 2: The Drive
Cue the music. We’re going for a ride. It’s hot as Labor Day weekend should be, summer’s last holiday, last chance to boil. We have our windows down and the music is passing between cars and mixing in the space …
The Gustav Evacuation, Part 1: Preparations
We all remember what happened last time. This has all, somehow, made us experts. When the season begins, the government and the media remind us to make our plans. Buy some maps. Update your phone numbers. Gather all the right …
Haunted by the Dog Man
Here they come around the corner of the block, the man and his dogs. He wears soft buckskin moccasins so the sound of his feet treading the sidewalk imitates that of his two companions. Padt padt padt. The only difference …