We were supposed to have a garage sale on Sunday, August 28, 2005. We had recently moved into a house we bought in Central City and had cleaned out our old Broadmoor apartment and planned to sell the odds and ends that didn’t make it to our new home. It was to be the final hurrah of our move. Suffice to say we evacuated the night before and the garage sale never happened. I didn’t get back into town for another three weeks, but there on the second floor of our old apartment’s stoop was our last Times-Picayune, still in the plastic and dry. I tossed the paper in the car and drove back to Houston. I finally pulled that newspaper out of its plastic bag this weekend.
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By “you” I mean the “United States Justice Department“: “Criminal prosecutions alone, I have learned, are not…
If I were to sell any prints or images of costumed Mardi Gras Indians, I’d certainly split…
They come from the other side of St. Charles Avenue.
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A commenter at the G Bitch Spot recently said, I can’t help but wonder why the term…
From Cindy Chang’s story in today’s Times-Pic: Bob Dabney, a spokesman for [Stewart] Juneau, said: “I can…
A couple years ago when the Saints played the Bears in the NFC championship game there was…
It’s good to see Marc Ambinder caught Harry Shearer calling out Barack Obama for getting basic facts…
Here’s a link to a .pdf of a 16 page booklet promoting tourism in New Orleans from 1948: [download#1]
A friend of mine who works at a historical museum in downstate Illinois sent this along. There are some hand written notations from the original owner of the document from her long ago visit to Nola.
Dirty Dozen, Glenn David Andrews, Hot 8 … Gregg Stafford with his hat trick. Good times …