Saying Goodbye

Second lining to honor Chef.

We all came out.

Zulus. Chefs in their whites. Indians. Voodoo priestesses. Priests and ministers. Political leaders. And all the rest of us.

We walked. We talked to each other. There was a lot of kindness in the crowd. We came to celebrate a humble woman who believed the food could bring us all together. Who was far more than the queen of creole food.

Leah Chase.

I’ll leave the real writing to Ian McNulty of The Advocate.

I’ll let my pictures speak for themselves.

By kind. Be good to each other. Help your brothers and sisters when they need it.


From voodoo.


      1. It’s possible. I know I’m in the two regional newspaper’s pictures. But, only at the start as everybody came out of the church. Eventually, I got way ahead of the second line and worked from a porch because I wanted a shot at making the pictures I had in my head.


      2. I’m not so sure around here. I think that I’ve written that second lines are kin to rugby scums, I don’t want to be in anybody’s picture, nor do I want to block someone. You can’t help it being in the middle of the “play.”


    1. Ian wrote the definitive piece as far as I’m concerned. His work should be known far and wide. Besides, unlike many reporters who work by phone, he stood in the hot streets and sweated with all the rest of us. That’s worth a lot.


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