The Only Pay Telephone


The only working pay phone in New Orleans lives in Central City. It’s sort of in one of the worst areas of the neighborhood. I suppose people need to communicate or — forgive me — set up drug deals. That’s what makes this corner of the area so dangerous. When drug deals go bad, thereContinue reading “The Only Pay Telephone”

Naked To The Eye


The weather turned a little cold and very bright. So, I started chasing my project. I found an old house with a statue in front. The Virgin Mary protects the house. The house protects the occupants. I don’t know much about this place. There were no cars in the street or in the short drivewayContinue reading “Naked To The Eye”

Fathers And Sons


We listened to a podcast this morning that stopped me in my tracks. It’s a conversation between Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen. I know what some of you are thinking. It’s not about that. Liberal or Conservative, Democrat or Republican, this is worth listening to. You’ll learn something about the two men. More importantly, youContinue reading “Fathers And Sons”

Naked To The Eye


Sometimes, there’s no winning. I couldn’t do it yesterday so I shut the conversation down. I couldn’t get through. Everything was an excuse. Or, a weird kind of arrogance. I have no use for that. Oh well. Another war lost. One I shouldn’t have fought. These two pictures are of the same location. They wereContinue reading “Naked To The Eye”

Days That Used To Be


Over and over. I took a step back and tried very hard to slow down. I supposed that’s easier to do when I am well rested. For some reason after going to bed at an early time for me, 12:30am, I awoke very late at 9:40am. Everybody was up. They decided to let me sleep.Continue reading “Days That Used To Be”

Ponchartrain


Friday follies. That’s what they said years ago during a war that shall not be named. It meant that the generals held press conferences in which they lied to, and gaslight, America. The made statements like, “In order to save the village we had to destroy it.” Does that make any sense at all? MyContinue reading “Ponchartrain”

Crayon Angels


It’s a great day for experiments. Rainy. Kind of cold. We’ve had a lot of rain since yesterday. Supposedly, there are three or four more inches on the way. So, I used a new app. I’ve used it once in the past. I’ll get into the technical aspects of that on the right hand column.Continue reading “Crayon Angels”

These Times


Once upon a time we lived in a land of peace. But, I forget when that was. I read a comment that said we’ve had two mass shootings in two weeks. Yes, America is opening back up. In New Orleans last Saturday night there were eight shootings. They weren’t in one place so it wasn’tContinue reading “These Times”

My Back Pages


More about the reckoning. I’m starting to poke around a little deeper. It started last night or early this morning when I awoke from a delicious dream. It was about my newspaper days. For some reason the newspaper photo staff was made up of about everybody with whom I ever worked. We were sidelined. TheContinue reading “My Back Pages”

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