You cannot make this stuff up. Sometimes, you just get lucky. 🙂 MORNING!!! The van ride picking up Sara who wasn’t in the Quarter was fun. It’s an interesting social dynamic how people distribute themselves in a van. Backseat Driver.
Sunday evening update: I’ve caught up with the more interesting photographs in the archives and so we may now return to the present in which I have a lot to do. (You thought this country livin’ was easy, didn’t you? Sippin’ liminade and spittin’ teebaccky.) ~~ I’ve hoarded a few photographs from the last weeks.
Due to various technical difficulties, the fact that it’s the weekend, &c., the Dinner Party Game is pausing, momentarily. Here’s the 1/2 time show. Stay with it. They’re a family.
The trip home was uneventful. Turns out, when you are anxious to return home, 46 miles of causeway, give or take, turns into just 46 miles at 76mph, or about 2/3 hour, give or take, of road over water. I’m cured. After doing all of the getting back home stuff, I sat down to catch
And none too soon! I bought three crappy old books at the bookstore that kept me from loosing my mind. Two were over priced by my standards– $7 & $10– but were definitely worth it. The one that was 98¢ is worth about 9800¢ to me. Funny what folks value, isn’t it?
there is a God. He plopped this down in front of me just when I thought I was going to lose my mind this afternoon. It’s not that The French Quarter is different than it was 15 years ago– or is it? Or that the people are different– or are they? Or that there are
Psychic: a person who is allegedly sensitive to psychic influences or forces; medium. because I would have thought she’d have seen these wrinkles in her future and have acted in her past to prevent them in her present.
That’s how many men flew helicopters in Vietnam. I’ve been told by a fellow I chatted with that there are about 1000 here at the reunion, not counting spouses. They are a friendly lot, but they don’t seem to be venturing too far from the hotel or planned activities. It would appear they are enjoying
Typically, when we travel I pen a few posts in advance and schedule them to appear later. As you can clearly see, I did not do that this time. Sorry ’bout that. But… . There was the crossing of Lake Pontchartrain on over 40 miles of causeway. There is a meeting– a big meeting–
Dé jàvu 400 Dauphine Street I’ll be having breakfast there soon. And I say “I” because Mr. Big Food will be in a meeting and will have a catered breakfast. Is that one of the silliest things you’ve ever heard? You may enjoy looking at the breakfast menu. It’s remarkably inexpensive. Biscuits & Gravy with
Mr. Big Food does love cooking Cajun food. Several years ago he started asking me about mirlitons (also known as vegetable pears, chayote, choko, etc.) which are used in traditional Cajun dishes. I had no idea what he was talking about. But I’m beginning to learn! “Papa Sylvest’s” mirlitons. Mirlitons, Sechium edule, are in the