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So, I took my friend and writing partner to Cafe Reconcile in Central City. I could write reams about it, but he’s better than I am at that, so I’ll let him tell you about it on his blog once it’s written. I’ll post his blog site address then. But, in a nutshell it’s a […]

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I thought I would post the tight portrait of Harold. I had a hard time selecting yesterday, so maybe you should see both images. I’ve got some more reporting to do on Central City, so I’ll leave you with that for today.

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I thought that I would give you a look at some of the places where I’m working on my Central City project. There are some pretty good overalls, but I really wanted to show you yet another person who lives in the area while combining that with the place. This is Harold. Working with him […]

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Despite its bad reputation, there is a huge population of people who have lived in Central City, New Orleans, for most of their lives. They, too are worried about the violent crime and what will become of them if Ventral City is actually turned around as many folks are hoping and planning. This is one […]

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That’s the title of a very old song. It’s also one of many pictures that I’ve been making on my Central City project. Before I post, a few stories. Central City is located roughly in the center of New Orleans. It’s boundaries seem to expand and contract depending on what map your read or who […]

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I was in a local grocery story when this guy comes in with a beat up old guitar and starts playing Beatles songs. He was actually pretty good. Nobody made a move to stop him, not even store management. I thought that was great. Let him play. Oh. This is an i-Phone picture. They say […]

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Yes. Swampy. The green man. You never know who or what you’ll run into on any typical night on Bourbon Street. I’ve seen this guy on my other romps through the jungle. But, I’ve never photographed him. It’s funny. When these street entertainers ask you where you’re from and you reply, “here,” everything changes. Now, […]

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Everybody around me — myself included — was grumpy. So, we went to the French Quarter. I don’t know why. We just did. We ate at Maspero’s. The real one. The one that is supposed to be a tourist trap. Not the one on Decatur which is supposed to be good.  Surprise. The food was […]