What does it mean to travel?

I mentioned that sometimes it feels really weird to say as I’m leaving, “I’m going to the Quarter, does anybody want to come?” I used to do that a lot. I don’t do it so much these days.

I should.

People come from all over the world to walk our streets. To eat our food. And, to drink way too much of our booze. They can barely taste the 6 ounces of alcohol in our daiquiris. No matter. Usually they confine themselves to a 8 x 13 block area called The French Quarter.

That’s fine. Just remember we are a port city. The city can be rough. Somebody waddling around with a good snoot full is a great mugging target.

Yes.

There are plenty of police there to protect our visitors, but they can’t be everywhere. Sometimes, the bad guys don’t care. There was a shooting in February — when things were still cooking — that involved a cop and a shooter. The shooter fired at somebody while he was standing next to the cop.

I didn’t say the bad guys were smart.

The pictures

This is just a small portfolio of my work during two months time, a few years back. I just walked around and made a lot of pictures. I suppose that I was in rare form. Enjoy.

Another musician, another time.

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Enjoy a dozen raw oysters.