Category: Food

Week in Review – April 12th, 2026

Monday began with a stroll down to Bistro  Aquilla for coffee and breakfast.  I ordered a San Giovanni sandwich which came on a base of beet dip.  Diana found how much of that ended up on my fingers quite entertaining.

We had an impromptu visit from Kenny and Squirrel later in the morning.  Duane picked up the name squirrel many years ago thanks to a football coach.  He had been out for a bike ride with Kenny and Ray when Ray took a fall and had to head home with some sore ribs.  So the duo made their way over to see us.  A nice surprise and our first visitors after being gone so long.

Diana met Jeff, Merry Lee, Jeff’s nephew and his wife at the Columns later int he afternoon.  I was mostly asleep on the couch and feeling jet lag too much to venture out.

I enjoyed the NCAA basketball championship on Monday night.  Michigan did not score as they did throughout the rest of the tournament but managed to eke out a win.

Diana and I walked down to French Truck coffee on Tuesday morning, the newspaper delivery starting up again just in time for us to enjoy it with our coffee.  From there, we strolled down magazine to pick up a card to Walgreens and then made our way home in time to meet Robert, the foundation repair guy at home.  We’ve noticed some new cracks and wanted to make sure all the foundation piers were still looking good.  Robert reports that all looks good and we are just experiencing some normal “settling.”

A new month of pickleball clinics started up and Laurie picked up Diana to get that all started again.  I walked over to Aidan Gill for a haircut while they ran around the court.  Aidan was in fine form with his banter about my trip.

We met with Jeff and Merry Lee for an early dinner at Tacos del Cartel on Tuesday evening.  Early so that we could eat before jet lag kicked in too much and also so that I could attend trivia if I thought I could last that late.  I was too sleepy to face the couple of hours of trivia and called it an early night.

Diana’s Wednesday began with yoga a new location on Freret Street.  She seemed to enjoy it.  We met Kenny and Kara for the parsimonious Happy Hour at Cafe Degas.  We followed that with a brief stop at the new business that opened where DMAC’s was, “True South”, and finished up at the Twelve Mile Limit.  I loved this place – a true craft cocktail maker in a slightly divey bar.  Their history is interesting:

“The history of Twelve Mile Limit is actually layered—it’s not just a modern bar, but a spot with over a century of local history tied to New Orleans development, baseball, and post-Katrina recovery.

🏗️ Early history (1910–1920s)

  • The building was originally constructed around 1910 as a pumping station, part of the city’s effort to drain swamps and expand New Orleans.
  • By the 1920s, it had already become a bar.

⚾ Baseball-era hangout

  • The bar sat near Pelican Park, once a spring training site.
  • In the mid-1920s, the New York Yankees trained there—during the era when Babe Ruth had just joined the team.
  • Local lore suggests Ruth (famous for drinking) may have frequented the bar.

🍻 20th century → early 2000s

  • The location stayed a bar for decades, usually named after its owner.
  • Its last pre-modern incarnation was “Marvin’s”, run by “Marvelous Marvin” starting around 2000.

🌊 Hurricane Katrina impact (2005)

  • The building was badly flooded during Hurricane Katrina, like much of Mid-City (which was deeply underwater).
  • It reopened, but struggled to fully recover afterward.

🍸 Modern era (2010–present)

  • In 2010, bartender T. Cole Newton bought the bar, renovated it, and reopened it as Twelve Mile Limit.
  • His concept: a “cocktail dive”—high-quality drinks in a laid-back neighborhood setting.
  • Since then, it’s become a well-known Mid-City spot, often listed among top bars in New Orleans.

🍹 Where the name comes from

  • The name “Twelve Mile Limit” references:
    • A Prohibition-era concept—people had to go offshore beyond U.S. jurisdiction to drink.
    • The distance was extended to 12 miles in 1924, inspiring a cocktail called the “Twelve Mile Limit.””

Diana had a haircut on Thursday  and I suggested that we should have lunch at the world famous Domilise’s before.  This is regularly mentioned as the best po’boy spot in New Orleans – oscillating with Parkway.  We didn’t love it.  The food was good and plentiful – just nothing to blow me away.

I left Domilise’s and took care of the grocery shopping.  Diana ran into Roeland at the Parlor getting her hair done.  New Orleans seems to become a smaller city ever day to me..

Here’s a lot of information on the history of Domilise’s.  It’s interesting how easy it is to find this versus other types of important New Orleans history.

Domilise’s Po-Boy & Bar

is a historic, family-owned institution in Uptown New Orleans that has been operating since 1918. Located at 5240 Annunciation Street, it began as a neighborhood bar and eventually evolved into one of the city’s most famous po-boy shops.

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Foundational Years (1918–1940s)
  • Establishment: Founded by Peter and Sophie Domilise in 1918.
  • Original Concept: It started as a corner bar serving the local workforce, including dockworkers and longshoremen from the nearby Mississippi River wharves.
  • Transition to Food: Sophie began cooking “plate lunches” for these workers, which gradually morphed into a sandwich-focused menu. During the 1929 streetcar strike—the era when the “poor boy” sandwich was famously named—Domilise’s maintained its working-class roots by extending credit to laborers until they received their paychecks.
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The Era of “Miss Dot” (1947–2013)
  • Family Transition: After World War II, the business passed to Peter and Sophie’s son, Sam, and his wife, Dorothy “Miss Dot” Domilise, in 1947.
  • A Local Legend: Dorothy Domilise became the face of the establishment, known for her sharp wit and warm hospitality. She personally prepared po-boys behind the counter well into her 90s.
  • Survival and Reopening: The restaurant briefly closed during Hurricane Katrina in 2005 as the family evacuated. Its reopening was seen by many locals as a sign of the city’s recovery.
  • End of an Era: Dorothy passed away in 2013 at the age of 90, having worked at the restaurant for over 65 years.
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Modern Legacy and Culture
  • Generational Ownership: The shop is currently run by the third and fourth generations of the family (led by Ken and Joann Domilise), with members of the fifth generation also involved.
  • Famous Patronage: The walls are covered in photos of celebrity visitors, including the Manning family (Peyton and Eli), who are such regulars they have their own dedicated “Manning Wall of Fame”. The late Anthony Bourdain also famously visited and praised their off-the-menu “surf-and-turf” po-boy (shrimp, roast beef gravy, and Swiss cheese).
  • Traditions: The menu remains simple and focused on high-quality ingredients, specifically using Leidenheimer French bread delivered twice daily. Many staff members have been with the restaurant for decades, including Ray the bartender (45+ years) and Gayle the sandwich maker (35+ years).

I accompanied Diana to her pain management group appointment on Friday.  The conclusion was that she will get two steroid shots later this month. –

Saturday was busy.  We started with an early walk/run in Audubon park.  That was followed by a visit to Tartine.  Nicoise salad for Diana and quiche for Keith.  We stopped at the hardware store on the drive home and had extra keys made, since the fancy locks are not reliable.  All that activity finished up with us hanging Miles Davis behind all the albums:

He looks a bit lonely and we’re in discussion about who to add to his band.  Bill Evans?  Dizzy?  What do you think?

 

I wanted to share some detail about the guy who made Miles: “Mikel Casal, a local San Sebastian illustrator with work sold through Lance & Malone.  “My father, uncles and cousins would come back to port with mementos from faraway places such as Canada, South Arivvca, Brazil, Norway and even Hong Kong.  SOme of those mementos that would come from sacks soaked in saltwater and diesel fuel were marvelously illustrated books and magazines.  I went wide eyed every time I would open them and it was at that moment I knew that when I grew up I wanted t be a draftsman.  Later i found out that what I really wanted to be was an illustrator.”

We relaxed in the afternoon at a crawfish boil hosted by Alex and Laura.  Wonderful food and company as always.

Sunday was very mellow.  We drove over to City Park so that Frank could show us the ultimate frisbee competition.  Those guys expend a lot of energy running around during a game.  After that we watched the Masters gold tournament.

We’re skipping books and music as this post is so late.

Week in Review – April 5th, 2026

“University Reunion”

Diana’s week started out with a long walk and after that she was ready for a nice lunch at the Laird’s table outside Fenwick.  This is the restaurant with views out onto a fly-fishing lake.  We enjoyed a delicious lunch with all three of us trying different seafood dishes.  Here’s a picture Diana took after lunch:

After lunch we made a trip to the Marks and Spencer’s Food store in the Newton Mearns mall.  This is a wonderful store, quite unlike anything we find in the US.  So many pre-packaged meals, cheeses, meats, and everything else you could hope for.  We picked out some lunch and dinner treats.  After that, we made a short side trip to B&Q home store to look for a new magnetic shower door strip.  That was a no-go – only available online.

Diana ventured out into the Scottish countryside again for a long run and walk on Tuesday morning.  Then we drove Mum’s car through to Edinburgh to meet up with my university friends for our 41st graduation anniversary get together.

We walked across to the Beehive pub ahead of our scheduled 7pm meeting time.  I was in line to order a drink when I received a WhatsApp message from Euan.  Thankfully that included a picture and a description of where he was sitting and the colour of shirt he was wearing.  I went across and introduced myself.  Bobby and Kirsty showed up a short while later and then Fiona and Patrick.  We made our way across the street to the restaurant at the Apex hotel.  The hotel is a remodel of the Heriot-Watt Mountbatten building where we studied Electrical Engineering all those 41 years ago.  The ramp that we walked up to enter the building is still there – now the handicapped entrance.  We walked up and noticed the red wall where our results were posted outside Dr. Davidson’s (head of electrical engineering department) office.

Left to right – Fiona, Bobby, and Euan.

Dinner was very enjoyable, the restaurant occupying what was one of two large lecture theaters in the building.

We reminisced about a “presentation skills” class we had taken in that theater all those years ago.  Euan talked about his experiences digging graves as a summer job, I shared how sound wavelengths operate in brass instruments (with live tuba and trombone demonstrations), Bobby discussed a new album that his country dancing band had released, and Fiona talked about gemstones with foils from a local museum.

All of the group are retired now (quite an achievement given we average 62) with Euan doing some occasional consulting with early-stage high tech startups.

This was a lovely evening from start to finish.  We’ll have to get together sooner if it’s going to happen again in these lifetimes.

We had a workout on Wednesday morning, followed by a “healthy” breakfast at a place called Hula in the Grassmarket.  I had a falafel bowl that was huge and delicious and brought a good bit of it home for later.  The drive back to Mum’s was smooth and easy, with a quick stop into Marks and Spencer for some special cookies and other snacks.  We chuckled at the alternatives to easter eggs:

We visited the Dunlops (Jeanette and Robert) on Thursday afternoon.  These are good friends of Mum’s who live one street away.  I babysat their children at least once many years ago.  We had a very enjoyable chat, with an “online shop” showing up during our visit.  This was included:

Prosecco without the alcohol.  Diana was horrified.  It’s also “suitable for vegans” according to the label.

Mum made beef olives for dinner on Thursday.  Ever heard of them?  Care to guess what they look like?

They are a Scottish dish of thin beef steaks wrapped around sausage meat, stuffing or even haggis.

Why the “olive” in the name?  There are no olives in the recipe.  It’s not clear to me – some online postings talk about the stuffed beef wrap looking like an olive – I’m not sure I see that.  Despite all of that, these made for a delicious dinner.

Julie and Robin invited us over to dinner on Friday evening.  We were joined by Lorna and Russell.

Dinner was a team effort – chicken tikka masala and naan bread by Julie, fancy rice with cinnamon sticks from Robin, and a raspberry meringue roulade from Lorna – all wonderful.

Lots of fun stories were shared.  It’s really such a lovely group.  The “Morgan” was mentioned several times during the evening, and Diana was confused about what that might be.  Any car enthusiasts reading that know?  Robin demonstrated as we were getting bundled up to leave – “Oh, It’s a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,” said Diana.

Morgans are really unique.  They are still built using ash wood for the frame and are largely built by hand in the Malvern, England factory – the same one has been used for over 100 years.  Only a few hundred are built each year and the wait time can last up to 10 years.

We walked home a little after midnight (brrr!) and apparently missed the “clues” that were left to indicate that we were expecting a visit from Heather, Michael, and Hamish.

Meanwhile, back in New Orleans, Kara and Chris Peet, along with Nina, Ian and Hannah, were all running in the Crescent City Classic 10K.  There were over 20,000 runners involved.

Kara came across Chris and ran with the Love flag for a while.

We enjoyed a visit from Hamish, Heather and Michael on Saturday morning.  Diana was out for a run before major storm “Dave” arrived in the afternoon.  She returned in time to enjoy some Hamish time, including learning a new song about winding up a bobbin and pointing to the ceiling, floor, window and door.

Sunday was a long travel day.  Our regular taxi driver shared the audio of this Tom Jones performance as we were talking to him about Jazzfest experiences.

We were a bit nervous on seeing very limited visibility and sleet/snow from the airport lounge.

As we’ve learned, no reason to get too concerned as the weather will change in a few minutes.  True to form, the sun was out in ten minutes.

I’m always amazed at the quality of the service on the short flight from Glasgow to London.  We were presented with a food and drink menu and some delicious food.  Even a special Easter dessert.  The transatlantic folks could learn a lot from the folks working these flights.

We did not need to go through additional security or change terminals in London.  That meant more time in the lounge, Diana enjoying the selection of champagnes.

The menu on the transatlantic flight included a chicken tikka pie (reprising Julie’s dinner) and a carrot and ginger soup (Mum made this too).  I enjoyed them both.

I was trying to make some progress on Fred’s World War II book on the flight.  I was entertained to read of some characters trying to escape Spain via a ship from Bilbao with a stop at Saint-Jean-de-Luz – neither of which I would have known about prior to our holiday.

Clearing immigration in New Orleans couldn’t have been any easier – probably a much better option than going through Dublin.  After a short Uber ride we were finally home.  All seemed in order with our house.

I read in the newspaper that Easter Sunday has become a big day in the French Quarter – it certainly seems that way from the pictures.

Being in Edinburgh brough me back to Ian Rankin and his John Rebus books.  I don’t think I ever read the original in the series, “Knots and Crosses.”

A paragraph that sets the scene for typical Scottish weather – “grass percolating water.”
“It was April 28th. Wet, naturally, the grass percolating water as John Rebus walked to the grave of his father, dead five years to the day. He placed a wreath so that it lay, yellow and red, the colours of remembrance, against the still shining marble. He paused for a moment, trying to think of things to say, but there seemed nothing to say, nothing to think. He had been a good enough father and that was that. The old man wouldn’t have wanted him to waste his words in any case. So he stood there, hands respectfully behind his back, crows laughing on the walls around him, until the water seeping into his shoes told him that there was a warm car waiting for him at the cemetery gates.”
A good football reference – it was all midfield:
“He was growing tired, realising that the game was going nowhere. It was all midfield, a friendly rather than a cup-tie. He checked his watch conspicuously. “Time I was getting back,” he said. She picked up her newspaper. “Are you doing anything this weekend?” she asked. John Rebus sat down again.”
Maybe I need to take up Rebus’ rule – if I don’t like a book in ten pages, then move on?
“Rebus collected unread books. Once upon a time, he had actually read the books that he bought, but these days he seemed to have so little time. Also, he was more discriminating now than he had been then, back in the old days when he would read a book to its bitter end whether he liked it or not. These days, a book he disliked was unlikely to last ten pages of his concentration.”
Typical Rebus thinking – not wanting to play the part of a normal human animal:
“Often he declined invitations, because to accept meant that he had to dust off his brogues, iron a shirt, brush down his best suit, take a bath, and splash on some cologne. He had also to be affable, to drink and be merry, to talk to strangers with whom he had no inclination to talk and with whom he was not being paid to talk. In other words, he resented having to play the part of a normal human animal.”
A flash back to Denny and Anne in Edinburgh – their catacombs tour educated them about Deacon Brodie and we paid a visit to the pub on the Royal Mile:
“The British press had cottoned onto the fact that Edinburgh had a rather less than genteel past. They ran reminders of Deacon Brodie (the inspiration, it was said, behind Stevenson’s Jekyll & Hyde), Burke and Hare, and anything else that came to light in their researches, right down to the ghosts that haunted a suspicious number of the city’s Georgian houses.
The typical postcard home from an Edinburgh boarding-house: “Edinburgh is lovely. The people rather reserved. Saw the Castle yesterday, and the Scott Monument. It’s a very small city, almost a town really. You could fit it inside
New York and never notice it. Weather could be better.” Weather could be better. The art of euphemism.”
A walk down memory lane for me – I made the walk from Marchmont, across the Meadows, past the Royal Infirmary and Greyfriars Bobby every day on my way to University:
“From his flat in Marchmont to the library could be a delightful walk, showing the strengths of Edinburgh as a city. He passed through a verdant open area called The Meadows, and on the skyline before him stood the great grey Castle, a flag blowing in the fine rain over its ramparts. He passed the Royal Infirmary, home of discoveries and famous names, part of the University, Greyfriars Kirkyard and the tiny statue of Greyfriars Bobby. How many years had that little dog lain beside its master’s grave?”
I was watching a Fleetwood Mac documentary and this wonderful song came on.  Peter Green was such a genius:

Week in Review – March 29th, 2026

Second week in San Sebastian

Monday was a bit of a fancy and refined day here.  Diana started with her usual walk/run along the beach.  We went grocery shopping in the afternoon and stopped in for a mid-afternoon drink at La Cervezeria around the corner.  I got a kick out of the young girl next to us taking videos of herself eating pintxos – typical of the generation.
I found a martini bar and we gave it a try.  It’s inside a very fancy hotel and did indeed make a very good martini.  Bette Davis made one of her final appearances at this hotel to accept an award.
We walked from the martini bar over to dinner at Bernardo Extea.  I found this place through searches for good seafood restaurants.  This place was described as the best seafood in a quiet and unpretentious setting – perfect.  It turned out to be just so.  Our waiter’s recommendations were very good.  Diana had shrimp carpaccio for an appetizer, and I had a half portion of foie gras – still a lot.
Diana had tri-colour scallops for her main and I enjoyed a wonderful grilled monkfish (another waiter recommendation):
There was an ecossaise (Scottish) coffee on the menu and so I had to give it a try – very similar to a cafe liegeois with whisky added.
Here’s Diana as we were leaving with the restaurant sign:
And here she is walking home through the lovely tunnel close to our apartment (usually has a musician during the day).  We couldn’t find the taxi rank by the restaurant and so walked home.
On Tuesday, we made a day trip to Bilbao with the primary intent of visiting the Guggenheim art museum.
On our walk from the bus station to the Guggenheim, we passed the Maurice Ravel school.  I looked up the Ravel/Bilbao connection:
I had no idea about that connection.  We visited the town his Mum was from last week on our drive back from Biarritz.
I wondered about the connection between the Manhattan and Bilbao Guggenheim museums and looked that up too:
“The Bilbao effect” – how interesting.
I will say that on our 1.5 mile walk from the bus station to the museum, it was very clear that we were in a big city versus the enclave of San Sebastian – people speak much louder, car horns honk and so on.  We have been so spoiled by the peacefulness of our location.
We were just talking about the museum, and Diana says it is definitely the best one that she’s been to “inside and out.”  The Frank Gehry architecture is truly amazing.  Here are some pictures, including the flower ensconced “Puppy.”
The exhibits inside were equally impressive and unique. The first one that we visited was called “The Matter of Time” by Richard Serra.  All the guides said that if we only saw one thing, this should be it.
The exhibit was huge and you certainly did lose perspective when walking through the curved steel structures.
Here’s a view from above to give some scale:
I really enjoyed the visiting exhibit from Ruth Asawa who creates sculptures from wire.
You can look at the sculptures for a while and still struggle to see how she put them together.  This exhibit made me think of Finn’s fiancée, Holly, who also creates 3D scultpures.
“And the City Stood in its Brightness” by Mark Leckey was a multi-media exhibit with the city, music, and light all playing together.
 I didn’t capture the name of the artist who created the light box mirror art.  It was amazing inside.
Here’s one last picture from the museum – me posing with “maman”:
After browsing the museum, we had lunch (the ensalada mixta is a new favourite) and then walked to the funicular to get a view from above the city.  The red Bilbao sign at the start of this message was at the top.  Diana got this picture of the Guggenheim from above.
The bus (with zero legroom) dropped us back in San Sebastian just before 7pm.  It was good to relax and stretch out.
I made another attempt to taste the Turkish eggs at Cafe Somos on Wednesday morning.  The last time I tried the small place was packed with no available tables.  The weather was not as great on Wednesday – overcast and a bit cooler, so I was able to get an outside table with no problem.
Such a delicious breakfast.
On the walk back to the apartment, I snapped this picture of Diana’s favourite bakery – the baguette available around 4pm and just warm from the oven is the best that I’ve had.
We braved the elements for a late lunch at La Perla, the fancy beachfront restaurant (the only one built on the beach.)  Here’s the Nook of the North just before we entered:
The view of the bay from the table was very nice.
I took advantage of all the mirrors to capture a silly selfie:
Lunch was yet another gastronomic delight.  We started with truffled egg and mushrooms – amazing.  Do you know how they make a truffled egg?  I just learned on this trip – they sit truffles on top of the eggs for several days and the flavour of the truffle seeps into the eggs.
That was followed by octopus on a smoky paprika sauce – also amazingly good.
A pretty restaurant on the beach could easily serve mediocre food at a high price.  La Perla does neither – creative, beautifully cooked, and reasonably priced.
Back at the apartment, we watched an episode of “Parts Unknown” where Anthony Bourdain explains why San Sebastian is the best place to eat in Europe.  It was fun to see him rambling through the places that we have enjoyed.
This protest passed by the street in front of our apartment before we headed out to lunch.  We guess it was a Palestinian protest from the flags:
We did the usual walk down to Old Town in the afternoon on Thursday – Bar Sport had just reopened and we had a couple of specific pintxos there that we were looking forward to trying.  One was recommended by Chandler who just opened a new Basque restaurant in New Orleans.  He visited San Sebastian for “research” prior to opening and loved the foie gras at Bar Sport.  This is the most popular pintxo bar and was still busy when we showed up deep into siesta time.  We started with the cream of sea urchin – something completely new and delicious.
That was followed by the much-vaunted foie gras a la plancha.  Equally delicious and worth braving the bustle of the establishment.
I popped into a barber shop for a beard trim and ended up getting an overall trim.  The barber was originally from Nicaragua, spent ages 15-19 in Minnesota and ended up in San Sebastian.  Really interesting guy who was quite the perfectionist with my beard.
We had a couple of more pintxos and then a coffee at one of the lovely Parisian style outdoor cafes on the square.  Then I helped Diana find the shop with the top she wanted to buy, picked up a slice of Basque cheesecake to try before we left, and some wonderful art.
David Bowie was on the beach today:
Diana suggested a final stop at La Perla on the walk back and we captured some last beach pictures.
And we weren’t quite finished yet.  “I just want one more of those tuna tartare pintxos from the Cervezeria across from the apartment.”  Diana’s favourite food groups:
Doesn’t look like tuna?  I know – they had a steak tartare special that couldn’t be resisted.  Quickly followed by the tuna:
Friday was a full and relatively smooth travel day.  Taxi from apartment to bus station (10 minutes), bus to Bilbao airport (1 hour 15 minutes), flight to Amsterdam (2 hours), layover and hike to next gate in Amsterdam (2 hours), flight to Glasgow (1 hour), bumble around trying to get eSIM to work (30 minutes), taxi to Mum’s home (40 minutes).  Time to relax – ahhh.
My brother-in-law, David, turned 60 years old on Saturday and Mum organized a lovely lunch at the Blair to celebrate.  This is a delicious restaurant out in the country on the way to Kilwinning.  It was noted that the twisty country road to get there was “not appropriate for speeding.”
We found a 3D creative picture for David in San Sebastian.  That’s the local beach in the background and then beachgoers and finally Sean Connery and his Aston Martin with surfboard in the foreground.
Back at the house, David showed that he still has sufficient oomph to blow out the candle:
My grandnephew, Hamish, was having a great time with the attention from everybody:
He’s such a happy and easy wee boy.
Sunday was a quiet and relaxing day with pretty miserable weather, interspersed with brief periods of sunshine.  A cold wind and rain kept us inside most of the day, with Diana starting a jigsaw puzzle.
Missing New Orleans, and particularly the omnipresent live music, I reread “Groove Interrupted – Loss, Renewal, and the Music of New Orleans” by Keith Spera.  He covers music for the local newspaper and I really love his writing.  Here’s an online summary before I dive into some of the quotes from the chapters about how local musicians were impacted by Hurricane Katrina:
“The recent history of New Orleans is fraught with tragedy and triumph. Both are reflected in the city’s vibrant, idiosyncratic music community. In Keith Spera’s intimately reported Groove Interrupted, Aaron Neville returns to New Orleans for the first time after Hurricane Katrina to bury his wife. Fats Domino improbably rambles around Manhattan to promote a post-Katrina tribute CD. Alex Chilton lives anonymously in a battered cottage in the Treme neighborhood. Platinum-selling rapper Mystikal rekindles his career after six years in prison. Jazz trumpeter Terence Blanchard struggles to translate Katrina into music. The spotlight also shines on Allen Toussaint, Pete Fountain, Gatemouth Brown, the Rebirth Brass Band, Phil Anselmo, Juvenile, Jeremy Davenport and the 2006 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival. With heartache, hope, humor and resolve, each of these contemporary narratives stands on its own. Together, they convey that the funky, syncopated spirit of New Orleans music is unbreakable, in spite of Katrina’s interruption.”
A description at the start of the book:
“Often described as the northernmost point of the Caribbean, New Orleans is unique among North American cities. A commingling of French, Spanish and various African cultures—coupled with a port town’s naturally decadent inclinations—cultivated a healthy appetite for food and music. The vibrant, idiosyncratic music community is essential to its hometown’s
identity, and to the larger world of popular music.”
I agree with Dave Matthews on the “most musical city”:
“The Dave Matthews Band recorded its Big Whiskey & the GrooGrux King CD in New Orleans in 2009. Matthews, a frequent visitor, subsequently declared New Orleans “the most musical city that I’ve ever been to. Somehow it’s in the roots and in the ground in New Orleans. It’s in the blood. It’s in the celebration, and the suffering.” The recent history of New Orleans, of course, contains plenty of both.”
Some passages about the immediate aftermath of Katrina:
“Roaming Uptown the day after the storm, I was heartened to discover Tipitina’s, the city’s flagship music club, largely undisturbed on a swath of high, dry ground along the Mississippi River. From the street, the nearby home of legendary keyboardist Art Neville—founder of seminal funk band the Meters, a Neville Brother, and one of New Orleans’ most beloved musicians—also appeared undamaged.”
“The earliest post-storm gigs, such as blues/ funk/ soul guitarist Walter “Wolfman” Washington’s at the Maple Leaf, were powered by generators and cut short by curfews.”
“Katrina blew Soul Rebels Brass Band snare drummer Lumar LeBlanc and trumpeter Marcus Hubbard to Houston. They found housing, enrolled their kids in school and decided to stay. But six-plus years after Katrina, they still drive 350 miles each way between Houston and New Orleans for the Rebels’ weekly Thursday night gig at Le Bon Temps Roule, a roadhouse-like bar on Magazine Street. Maintaining that connection is essential, whatever the toll on their vehicles’ odometers. “We still consider New Orleans our home,” LeBlanc said. “I’m New Orleans till the day I die.””
A passage about Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown featuring two fo my favourite musicians, Marcia Ball and Joe Krown:
“The next night, he accompanied Krown to the fabled New Orleans nightclub Tipitina’s to see Austin rhythm-and-blues pianist Marcia Ball, an old friend. Ball embraced Brown for a long good-bye hug. “Gate’s going out the way he wants—in the clubs,” Krown said. “It’s not even about playing. He just wants to be out there, around music he likes, as much as he possibly can. And he’s doing exactly that.””
Some words about the 2006 Jazzfest, the first after Katrina:
“On the festival’s first Sunday, my wife and I stood in the field facing the main Acura Stage alongside a half-dozen writers and journalists. Like me, they had witnessed countless concerts, and were not easily moved. By the conclusion of Springsteen’s tour de force with his Seeger Sessions Band, all of us—myself, my wife, the other writers—were weeping. It felt wonderful.”
“For two glorious hours, Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions ensemble—six horns, a banjo, accordion, pedal steel guitar, fiddles, piano—invigorated vintage folk and protest songs. Few others in popular music could craft a show that spoke so eloquently to the city’s struggles, both welcome distraction and poignant reminder.
Eyes closed, Springsteen rededicated “My City of Ruins,” originally written as a eulogy for Asbury Park, New Jersey, to New Orleans. To a hushed, riveted audience, he described scenes of desolation that sounded all too familiar: “The rain is falling down … the boarded-up windows, the hustlers and the thieves … now tell me how do I begin again?” And then the refrain: “Come on, rise up! Rise up!”
Thousands of weary New Orleanians let the lyrics wash over them like a baptism. The personal pronoun of the title gave them voice: My city of ruins. Those in need of someone to express the anger, frustration, grief and resolve expended over the previous eight months had found their man. Fists were raised and tears were shed as Springsteen delivered a Jazz Fest moment for the ages.
But he thought two lesser-known verses might be appropriate. With that, he unspooled “When the Saints Go Marching In” not as a boisterous, high-kicking second-line parade, but as an acoustic prayer delivered in a desperate hour. Face clenched, he sought the promised land: “Now some say this world of trouble is the only world we’ll ever see/ But I’m waiting for that moment when the new world is revealed.” No other artist could have spoken to, and for, the city of New Orleans more purposefully, passionately and effectively than Bruce Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions Band. Years later, people still talk about it. “They should talk about that forever,” Davis said. “I thought it was one of the most extraordinary things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen thousands of shows. Reverend Springsteen held church, and ministered to a flock.” Dave Malone, the guitarist and vocalist for veteran New Orleans roots rock/ funk/ R& B jam band the Radiators, had never experienced Springsteen live before Jazz Fest. “The cynical part of me thought it would be hokey—some Pete Seeger stuff can be dated. But that guy has some kind of magnetism I can’t explain. His delivery and band were incredible. It was one of the best things I’ve ever seen in my life. I was sitting there crying like a third-grader.”
I have a lot of other highlighted sections about other musicians and their travails during and after Katrina, but I’m going to keep them to myself so as not to dilute the Springsteen commentary.
I don’t remember what got me on a Ry Cooder kick this week but I’m glad it happened.  I love this concert for New Orleans:
There are a lot of other great Cooder videos out on YouTube that I had not seen until this week.

 

Week in Review – March 22nd, 2026

“First Week in San Sebastian”

Now that we’ve landed in the Basque region, you might be wondering where that is exactly and what the history of that region involves.  Here’s a map of the region – a small portion of what is now northeastern Spain and southwestern France:

Here’s an online summary of the extensive history of the region that helps one understand why these people have been pushing for recognition and independence for so long:

Monday lunch was at Rekondo.  This was a fancy restaurant (one tier below the very fancy Michelin star places) that was recommended to Denny by a shopkeeper in Old Town on Sunday.  The wine cellar is reported to be the best in Europe.  We had a tour after lunch, and it was extremely impressive.

They did not encourage photos and so I wasn’t able to get the fancy entry part.

The wine list that we were presented was at least an inch thick and very intimidating.  Thankfully, they had a list of about six recommendations on the food menu.  The champagne was $26 which we assumed was for a fancy glass, and were pleased to find was for a bottle.

I had the black pudding ravioli with truffle to start and then the suckling pig with the fancy pineapple crisp.  Both wonderful.

Here we are outside the restaurant and fully sated:

We had heard that the shops and restaurants would be mostly closed on Tuesday for a “protest strike.”  Denny decided to rent a car and drive to Biarritz in France for the day.  This was a short and relatively easy drive, and we arrived at the fancy beach in the late morning.

Biarritz appeared to be a combination of a very fancy, elegant town and a surf destination.  The breaks were very impressive all the way up and down the coast from the town.

There was a travel poster from La Baule in our apartment, and this and discussion of the waves at Biarritz reminded Mum of a day that Dad and I had spent enjoying the waves at the La Baule beach – much to the concern of Mum and Elspeth as we disappeared in the swells.

 

 

I had lunch at a cafe on a square in the center of Biarritz – a tasty veggie galette.

This bar window in Biarritz reminded us that we were still in Basque country:

After that snack, Denny drove us down the coast to Saint Jean de Luz.  We had lunch at a small restaurant recommended by AI – we would never have found it (hidden on a back street) without help.

Returning to San Sebastian, we were entertained to find the beach in front of our apartment very busy with folks enjoying the sun.

Diana made her way to a store to purchase a San Sebastian beach towel so that she could join the sun worshippers.  The following days were not quite as hot but she gave it a good try.

Denny and Anne left for the airport on Wednesday morning.  They were flying to London, spending the night, and then on to New Orleans on Thursday.  We were sorry to see them go and the apartment seemed quiet.

A ride on the funicular was highly recommended by Denny before he left.  We gave that a shot on Wednesday afternoon but caught it during siesta nap time.  Lunch seemed like a good alternative plan, and we shared a couple of salads at the nearby Wimbledon tennis club.

We found the local jazz club for Wednesday night entertainment.  It is called Altxerri – pronounced Alcherry and meaning “treasure” in Basque.
I was shocked at the low price of enjoying the music as compared to what we typically pay – 5 Euros for entry and 7 Euros for cocktails made with great care.
How was the music?
I really enjoyed it all.  There was a trio to start out and then they rotated students from the Musikene (local music school that seems to have a wonderful reputation and has amazing visiting international guests).  Here’s the initial trio.  I thought the drummer and the bass player were great, with the piano player doing well but missing dynamics and change to capture attention:
Then came a saxophone student:
And finally, my favourite musician of the night, a wonderful young pianist with an amazing finger span and technique:
What an enjoyable and unexpected night.
We visited Old Town for a pintxo lunch again on Thursday.  Irulegi was our first stop again and this time I tried their foie gras – just as delicious as everywhere else.
Then we walked around the corner to my favourite, Casa Urola for some more.
We made it all the way back around the bay to the funicular before siesta time.  The views from the top were well worth the effort as advertised by Denny.
The funicular originally opened in the 1920s and I don’t think has changed dramatically since then:
After the funicular we walked to the end of the point to watch the breaking wave spray and to look at the sculpture – the “Wind’s Comb.”
I tried to eat at Somos Cafe on Friday morning (their Turkish eggs sounded good) but arrived too late – it was fully loaded with locals enjoying breakfast when I got there around half past ten.  The BB cafe across the street was a good second choice.
On the walk to breakfast, I saw my first fish shop and chuckled.  I had just asked Diana the previous night about where people bought meat and fish.  The pescaderia was a bit intimidating with all the full fish waiting to be prepared for you.
I also saw these lovely blossoms on the walk:
We ate at El Bistro Ondaretta on Friday night.  Ondaretta is the area of town where our apartment is located and so this was less than a five-minute walk.  The restaurant is small and is run by a husband-and-wife couple.
Boeuf Bourguignon was a special and I was tempted but nervous that it wouldn’t be as good as Mum’s.
The menu was small but had plenty of things that sounded good to us.  What do you think we chose?
Are you ready to hear our choices?
Ok, Diana had the foie gras (shocking, I know) followed by the scallops – they’re smaller here but delicious.  I enjoyed the Pate de Campagna and cod in a delicious beurre blanc sauce.  We were very happy with our selections.
Saturday was a busy walking day again, covering more than five miles in the morning.  I had committed to giving hiking up to the statue of Jesus a try.  On the way we noticed a bunch of football pitches (8) on the beach.  What a nice setting for the kids.
Here’s some information on the statue:
The Jesus statue, known as the Sacred Heart of Jesus or Cristo de Urgull,
stands atop Monte Urgull, overlooking San Sebastián and La Concha Bay.
I enjoyed the view of the city and beach from the turrets:
It seemed more than 400 feet up there.
Diana rewarded me with an agua con gas at a cafe on the square after our descent.  Then we stopped into a restaurant that we were hoping to try for dinner on Monday night to make a reservation.  Diana was able to get that all sorted and we’re looking forward to it.
We decided to check out the fancy building next to us on Sunday afternoon.  This is called the “Palais d’Ete a San Sebastian” and was designed by the English architect Selden Wornum in the late 1800s.  The flower beds were very pretty.
We revisited the music club, Altxerri again on Sunday evening, this time for some blues music.
Just like last time, the musicians were top notch on piano and harmonicas:
My first book this week was “The Future Saints” by Ashley Winstead.  The reviews made this sound quite appealing, but I gave up early on.  It was like a bubblegum pop book and nothing close to what I was hoping for and expecting.  The comparisons to “Daisy Jones and the Six” should have tipped me off – I really didn’t enjoy that book either.
I switched over to “The Rest of Our Lives” by Ben Markovits.  This was much more my speed.  I realized a little into the read that I had previously read “Christmas in Austin” by Markovits and really enjoyed it.
Here’s an online summary of the plot:

“When Tom Layward’s wife had an affair twelve years ago, he resolved to leave her as soon as his youngest child left the nest. Now, while driving his college-bound daughter to Pittsburgh, he remembers his promise to himself. He is also on the run from his own health issues and a forced leave from work.

So, rather than returning to his wife in Westchester, Tom keeps driving west, with the vague plan of visiting people from his past—an old college friend, his ex-girlfriend, his brother, his son—en route, maybe, to California. He’s moving towards a future he hasn’t even envisioned yet while he considers his past and the choices he’s made that have brought him to this particular present. Pitch-perfect, tender, and keenly observed, The Rest of Our Lives is a story about what to do when the rest of your life is only just the beginning of your story.”

Some passages that I highlighted:
“You know they’re…we’re supposed to add a line under our university emails, which says like, he/his/him, which I refuse to do.  So I got an email from the compliance officer.”
“There’s no such thing as a compliance officer,” Miri said.
“Anyway, I started signing off with he/I/mine.  So I get another email and have to explain myself.  I don’t like being referred to in the accusative.  It literally objectifies I.”
This made me smile given some of the discussions Diana and I have had about including pronouns in email signatures and the like.  Neither of us ever did and thankfully no longer have anyone to tell us that it’s required.
An interesting passage on Father and Daughter musical tastes:
“The music she was into was eighties synthy stuff, songs like “Tainted Love” and bands like the Eurythmics.  She liked them in a retro ironic way, because they had amped-up sounds and emotions, which she could pretend to have and make fun of at the same time.  Technically, I guess, this was my musical era, but I was more of a Springsteen fan or even John Cougar Mellencamp, what Miri called corny, depressing white-guy music, with a slow banging beat and strummy guitar.  But, you know, where the baisc goal is authenticity.  Good road-trip music, especially if you’re taking 80 West through Pennsylvania.  Whatever, I let her play what she wanted.  Like “Chains of Love,” which I remember hating when it came out, around the time of my high school prom, where I did not have a good time.”
The concept of arguing “with another person in the room” gave me a chuckle.
“”Have you talked to Amy?” he asked suddenly.
“About what?”
“I thought you said you guys had a fight.”
“I called her last night.  But I don’t know if we had a fight.”  I tried to explain myself.  “For the past…I don’t know, two or three years, she’s been seeing a therapist, which means when you argue with Amy, it’s like there’s this other person in the room, who’s a certified expert, and you have to argue with her, too.  But we didn’t really argue, we disagreed.””
Describing one of my most hated experiences, having an MRI.  Maybe I need to recite poetry in my head:
“The whole thing took about ten minutes, that’s what they told me beforehand.  So I tried to work out how long ten minutes is.  You have to keep very still.  Also, I was supposed to hold my arms over my head and that turned out to be difficult.  The pins and needles began almost immediately.  By the end my arms felt like rolled-up sailcloth, dead weights.  Sometimes I had to breathe in and hold my breath, then let it out when they told me to.  A voice spoke to me from the tube.  But there were also periods of silence.
This is what I thought about.  I tried to concentrate on specific things.  Poems I had memorized in high school.  The Raven…Once upon a midnight dreary, until it broke down.  Whose woods these are I think I know.  Ozymandias.  Nothing beside remains…Famous moments in sports from my childhood.  Jordan switching to his left hand midair against the Lakers…Lorenzo Charles catching Derek Whittenburg’s airball and dunking it home as time expired to win the 1983 National Championship.  I imagined Jimmy Valvano running like a man released onto the court, looking for people to hug.  A few years later he was dead of cancer.  All of this added up to maybe six minutes’ worth of material, then I went back to the beginning.
Then it was over; the bed I lay on quietly slid out of the tube.”
I watched a video this week of David Byrne on Colbert, performing “When we are singing”:
I’m looking forward to this group playing at Jazzfest in a few weeks.

Week in Review – March 15th, 2026

“Touring the Scottish Highlands”

Monday was a day of rest after all the wedding excitement.  It was a typically cold and wet day and, as it turns out, a good example of what to expect for the rest of the week.  I worked on train tickets from Stewarton to Edinburgh, and was pleased to find a route that didn’t involve changing from Central to Queen St stations in Glasgow – not really much fun with luggage for Scotland and Spain.  That pleasure didn’t last long as I saw a news story showing a fire in Central station caused by a neighbouring vape shop.  It did not look like trains would be running from there for a while.  A call to British Rail was no help – they seemed to think it would all be good the next day. I knew it wouldn’t and so arranged a taxi to take us through to Queen St station where we could catch the train directly to Edinburgh.

Arriving in Edinburgh, we caught a taxi to the Apex hotel in the Grassmarket to meet up with the krewe (Denny, Anne, Todd and Lori.)  We enjoyed lunch at the Beehive – directly across the street from what used to be the Heriot Watt university electrical engineering building (last visited by me, via this ramp, in 1985 to view my degree results pinned to the wall.)

Denny had to do some “work” in the afternoon and the rest of the group walked up to the Natural History museum, stopping to pat Greyfriars Bobby on the way.

What a lot of interesting and varied things in the museum.  One attraction weighed you and then told you what animal you were closest to in heft.  Our results – an ostrich, a penguin, an anteater, and a porpoise.  I’m going to let you imagine who has which spirit animal.

I found an interesting creature in a space suit.  Penguin or anteater?

We made our way up to the rooftop and enjoyed some great views of the Edinburgh skyline.  Those white lines are the Hillend dry ski slope where I was able to break an ankle and a wrist during my university years.

Here’s the dome of the Usher Hall – an excellent music and performance venue where I saw  several concerts – Joan Armatrading is the one that sticks with me, and also performed a piece for brass band, choir, and organ with a broken ankle (this one from some hooligans in Glasgow, not the dry ski slope.)

I like this picture of McD with the castle behind, although her face may give a wee hint of being a bit scunnered with the weather.

A pretty view down to the Balmoral hotel and firth.

We decided to walk down to the Balmoral and see if they had a nice lobby bar.  Indeed they did and we enjoyed some fancy cocktails.

After a quick refresh at the hotel, we walked up the stairs to The Witchery for a fancy dinner in the ancient setting next to the castle esplanade.

I loved my red deer dinner:

After dinner we paid a visit to Deacon Brodie’s pub.  The krewe had been on a catacombs tour the night before and were well versed in the two personalities, serving as the inspiration for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Wednesday started with a full cooked breakfast at the hotel.   One of our group didn’t like the idea of baked beans on their breakfast plate.  At least they were secured in a bowl rather than spilling around all the other goodies.

It was pouring as we tried to enjoy the view with our breakfast.

No reason to worry – as happened throughout our tour, the weather cleared up and the sun came out a few minutes later.

That allowed Denny to help me go and retrieve our rental van.  We loaded up and I was successful in getting us out of Edinburgh with no major wrong side of the road drama.  We drove past the kelpies at Falkirk:

Then past Stirling castle, before pulling in to Doune castle.  This is where much of Monty Python and the Holy Grail was shot, as well as some of the scenes from Outlander.

We enjoyed the audio tour, although some were disappointed that the ramparts were closed for maintenance.

We had a walk around the castle area, down to the river and along the path.  One of us tried hard to lose their phone on the excursion (not the one in this picture.)

It was a short drive to Callander (gateway to the Highlands) and a stop for lunch at an Indian restaurant that Denny had found.

I know, an interesting choice and Scotland does have some wonderful Indian restaurants.  I enjoyed the murals in the tiny bar in front of the restaurant.  “The Big Yin” (Billy Conolly) and the Irn Bru slogan:

We enjoyed the shopping in Callander for a while – I think everyone made a purchase of some kind – nice shirts for the boys.

The weather deteriorated pretty quickly as we left Callander for Glencoe.  The photo stops in Glencoe were pretty quick affairs:

We navigated through the ever changing weather and ultimately arrived in Fort William.   We tried The Geographer for dinner but alas it was fully booked on a Tuesday, outside of tourist season, in horrible weather – must be as good as the reviews say, or the only game in town.  The Nevis bar across the street accommodated us nicely.  I really liked the haggis nachos and Diana enjoyed some mussels.

The “Heilan Coo” had been the topic of much discussion on the drive and none had been spotted.  Denny used his AI buddy, “Chad”, to find the best place to see some as we departed Fort William on Thursday morning.

Turns out the best place was in the Nevis valley, right around the corner from the hotel.  We found some quickly and jumped out to take some pictures with Ben Nevis (tallest mountain in Scotland) in the misty clouds behind.

Next stop was the West Highland museum located in central Fort William.  A small but interesting place.  The thing I remember most was a video of a Model T Ford being driven up Ben Nevis.

We drove down the coast from Fort William towards Oban, stopping at the second castle featured in the Monty Python movie.  It can’t be reached when the tide is in.

A very nice and casual lunch was had at the Poppy’s garden center outside of Oban.  We decided that driving back to Fort William to spend the night was a bad idea and found the lovely Perle hotel on the waterfront in Oban.

We had planned a tour of the Oban distillery in the afternoon.  Unfortunately, like other places, they were taking advantage of the low tourist season to make some upgrades – adding an elevator and other construction.  This meant no tours.  However, the very pleasant tasting room was open and we availed ourselves of that feature.

 

We stopped into the Oban Inn on the harbour and Anne got a recommendation for a seafood restaurant – EE-USK (Gaelic for fish?) – just around the corner on the waterfront.    Anne secured us reservations and we had a lovely meal.  I started with the scallop gratin and then had a three fish sampler – sea bass, sole, and hake.  Diana had some briny oysters.

The view from the Oban harbour was something:

We made our way back to Edinburgh airport on Friday morning.  I enjoyed a nice roll with egg and sausage from the cafe around the corner before starting the drive.  We had a reservation at the Loch Fyne Oyster restaurant and got there a bit early.  Denny suggested a walk amongst the tallest trees in Europe that were just around the loch.

We had a short walk and didn’t find the tallest trees – highly suspect to begin with.  Inverary castle was closed for the season and so we couldn’t get in to take a look at that either.

Another excellent meal ensued at Loch Fyne oysters.  Seafood and bacon soup, potato fritters, oysters Rockefeller, and salmon three or four ways.  All delicious.

We drove on down to Loch Lomond, with an initial stop at Firkin point for some pretty views.

A little further down was Luss – a very busy place in the summer, but quiet when we stopped for a coffee.

Denny accompanied me to return the bus – can’t say I was totally sorry to get rid of it.  Worked out well for us, just a bit of a work.  An easy dinner at the Doubletree hotel was next, with great service from Bulgarian Vladimir.  I posed for this picture that Denny enjoys:

We had a relatively early start on Saturday to catch our flight to Amsterdam and then Bilbao.  We just missed the bus to San Sebastian on arrival at Bilbao – the ticket process was not self evident.  We were quite travel weary on arrival at the apartment.

Sunday in San Sebastian began with pastries at an outstanding bakery around the corner from our apartment.  Turns out there were many just as good in a very small radius.

Then we walked along the beach front, around the point, and arrived in Old Town.

Tour guide Denny selecting first pintxo stop

We sampled pintxos from three different places – all amazing and different.  Denny had done the usual helpful research to guide us to the best options.

Pintxo stop #1

Here’s a view of the pintxo cases at stop #1 – get in ma belly!

Pintxo stop #2

Pintxo stop #3

This was my favourite and we returned several times.  Great hot pintxos and excellent service.

The steak with potato foam and red pepper was a highlight:

Arriving home, we had covered six miles.   Not quite enough for Anne – she was off to check out the tennis place on the other side of the beach.

No time for reading this week.   Hoping to get back to it when things settle down a bit next week.

Some music that was playing on our Highlands tour:

 

 

Week in Review – March 8th, 2026

“Struan and Emily’s Wedding”

Our five week European excursion was anchored by Struan and Emily’s wedding the first weekend.  The trip over on Wednesday was completely smooth, even Heathrow seemed easier and friendlier than we remembered.  I ask again, how does British Airways server better food in less than an hour than they do on an eight hour overnight flight?  The service and efficiency on those shuttle flights are excellent.  We had our usual taxi driver who is always very pleasant to chat with.

On Thursday, I drove to Kilmarnock to pick up Hamish’s wee kilt and jacket.  It had already been collected by Michael’s mum and dad.  Oh well, it gave me a chance to ease into my left hand side of the road driving – only one attempt to get on the wrong side of the road and one curb hit.  The kilt was dropped off and I had a nice visit with Jim about the upcoming Rush tour.  He has tickets to see them in Glasgow and told me about taking Christopher (now quite an accomplished drummer in several styles) to see them when he was six – promptly went off to sleep.

Here’s a fun “head” from the kilt shop:

On the way home we had coffee at the nice place on Stewarton Main Street.  Mum had sausage rolls (haven’t had one of those in years) for dinner and a yummy rhubarb cake with custard.

I visited the local book shop, now inside the library, on Friday to buy “The Correspondent” for Mother’s Day.  Other than that it was a quiet day of quiz shows and reading ahead of the wedding excitement.  We drove up to the Red Radisson on the Clyde on Friday afternoon.  We met for a drink and snack at the sky bar.

Diana went for a walk along the river before we had to get ready for dinner.

Dinner was at a wonderful Indian restaurant called Dishoom.  Heather had eaten at the Edinburgh location and really enjoyed it.  She did an amazing job of listening to what everyone thought they might like and then creating an order that made everyone very happy.

Certainly one of the best Indian meals that I’ve had in a while – and very different in great ways.  I think Hamish agreed:

We enjoyed breakfast at the Radisson before making the drive over to the Boclair to get ready for the wedding.

We checked into our gorgeous rooms and got ready for the festivities.  Here are some pre-wedding shots:

 

Look at that trio of handsome gentlemen.  Robin and Russell are two of the best guys I know.

After a very nice service, we regrouped and prepared for the reception. Here are the new couple entering the reception behind the bagpipes:

David did the usual wonderful job with his speech.

The first dance:

The dancing picked up pretty quickly – particularly with the “Proud Mary” Tina Turner impression:

And then the Proclaimers “500 miles:

About an hour into the DJ dancing part of the program, a saxophone player emerged and really picked things up several notches:

And then it all finished up with a rousing “Loch Lomond”:

What a fun and exhausting day.

We had breakfast together at Boclair in the morning.  Hamish decided to entertain us as we packed up to leave:

We drove home, via the Clyde tunnel this time, making a stop at the large mall at Silverburn.  This has a large Marks and Spencers and Mum was able to help Diana pick out a new workout jacket (her uniform from M&S has worn out on the zipper after several years of daily use.)  The food options in this store were ridiculous – we have nothing like that in the US.

Later on Sunday afternoon, we went for a walk.  Diana felt a bird splat by the Millhouse and we ducked in to clean it up.  There was an old firm football match on inside and the atmosphere was quite intense.

What a busy and excellent week!

My book this week was “Mona’s Eyes”  by Thomas Schlesser.  I was about to launch into an explanation of the premise, and then realized that the online review can do that better than me:

“Ten-year-old Mona and her beloved grandfather have only fifty-two Wednesdays to visit fifty-two works of art and commit to memory “all that is beautiful in the world” before Mona loses her sight forever.While the doctors can find no explanation for Mona’s brief episode of blindness, they agree that the threat of permanent vision loss cannot be ruled out. The girl’s grandfather, Henry, may not be able to stop his granddaughter from losing her sight, but he can fill the encroaching darkness with beauty. Every Wednesday for a year, the pair abscond together and visit a single masterpiece in one of Paris’s renowned museums. From Botticelli to Basquiat, Mona learns how each artist’s work shaped the world around them. In turn, the young girl’s world is changed forever by the power of their art. Under the kind and careful tutelage of her grandfather, Mona learns the true meaning of generosity, melancholy, love, loss, and revolution. Her perspective will never be the same—nor will the reader’s.

Mona’s Eyes is a heartfelt, enlightening journey across five centuries of Western art history. With the emotional impact of The Elegance of the Hedgehog and the readability of The Little Paris Bookshop, Thomas Schlesser’s sensational debut novel is at once a moving book about the beauty of life and a deeply touching story about the special bond between a girl and her grandfather.”

I was hoping this book would introduce me to some special art that I hadn’t seen before and tell me about it.  Unfortunately, I got bored pretty quickly.  I saved a bunch of highlighted sections and as I review them now they just irritate me, and so I’ll spare you from them.  I enjoy art criticism and background and when it starts to only serve the ego of the speaker of the writer, I’m checked out.

Week in Review – March 1st, 2026

“Mayas!”

The Monday pickleball alarms alerted as usual.  The added excitement this time was that we had no water.  A major pipe (3 to 4 feet in diameter) on a main thoroughfare near us had blown, causing the street to buckle and taking out water for the majority of Uptown New Orleans.  Several schools canceled classes for the day and I decided there was no point in walking to a local coffee shop with my morning newspaper.

We had a productive morning on Tuesday.  I drove over to Metarie, Diana did some Target returns and I bought some clothes for the upcoming trip.  Then we stopped by the jewelry store to pick up the ring they resized for Diana – she seems quite happy with it this time.

I made a breakfast casserole in the afternoon to try and use up left over eggs and veggies from the fridge.  I think it turned out well – I like to add serrano peppers (with the seeds) and extra red pepper flakes to give it a little more heat.

 

 

 

The boil water advisory was finally lifted on Tuesday afternoon – schools were mostly closed Monday and Tuesday.

I loved this article in the Tuesday newspaper.  Keith Spera writes as wonderfully as ever about his Mardi Gras day experience:

Mardi Gras Day as a meerkat

It was interesting to hear on the news that the Tuesday Boston Globe was not published for the first time in 153 years due to the blizzard.  No thank you!

We did well at trivia in the evening.  There is some confusion about whether we were in first or second place.  Tom, the quiz master, announced as winners, and I think he may have miss calculated and another team actually won by one point.  This was the final question – put these four things in order form oldest to most recent:

We were confident about the Cuban missile crisis and the fall of Saigon, but less sure about Star Trek and the 26th amendment.  We decided the 26th amendment was later as it came about after all the Vietnam protests.  The good news is that we worked through it as a team and came up with the correct answer.

I drove Diana over to yoga on Wednesday morning and then enjoyed a walk in the park, meeting back up with her afterwards.  The group seemed to think it was a very good class – they do appreciate Kathleen as an instructor.

I saw a story on the news about the “firefall” waterfall in Yosemite national park.  In February only, sunset lights up this waterfall to wonderful effect:

We met Kenny and Kara at Cafe Degas for Happy Hour.  The two hours passed quickly with good banter and great food and drink at an awesome price.  The weather was good and so the side “windows” were all rolled up for a patio like dining experience.

Thursday started with pickleball for Diana.  That was followed by an afternoon hair appointment.  She laughed because Denny had been slotted into the 30 min time when the dye was in her hair.

It was my turn for a haircut on Friday.  Discussion in Aidan Gill with Derek, my barber, turned to the silly behaviour of the actor Shia LaBeouf during Mardi Gras.  That led to various celebrities in Aidan Gill stories.  My favourites involved Andy Garcia (doing an Al Pacino impression for Derek) and Jude Law looking for a chat with Aidan.

Diana met me at Maya’s across from Aidan Gill for lunch.  She was a bit delayed as Fred dropped off a book for me to read on our trip and then his truck brakes weren’t working.  Poor Fred – trying to do something nice and then had to deal with a big hassle.  Here’s how Maya is described on their website:

I had been wanting to try the very well reviewed seafood tostones – fried green plantains topped with shrimp and crab in a wonderful sauce.  This was amazing – why has it taken over two years of living within walking distance of this little restaurant to try this dish?

Diana loved her tuna tartare also – very fresh with a great presentation.  She got a “crab caprese” to go – the dish is called crab caprichosa and is essentially a caprese salad with crab added.

We enjoyed an after lunch coffee at Piety and Desire, the fancy chocolate shop next to Aidan Gill.  Haircut, lunch, and coffee all in a 50 foot radius – perfect.  Diana couldn’t resist having a rose and lavender chocolate called La Vie en Rose.  These little chocolates are very pretty as well as being delicious treats.

We looked at another house on Saturday afternoon.  This one had a lovely interior, good sized pool, and off-street parking.  The area around the pool was too small to entertain more than a single person and the house was likely the most expensive on the street – we decided to pass on making an offer.  On to the next one.

Kenny and Kara rode their bikes over to our home on Sunday afternoon and we walked down to Pete’s Out in the Cold for a drink and a snack.  The Smoke Dat BBQ pop-up was operating on the patio and we enjoyed several filling snacks.

On the walk back home, we passed a lovely little church.  A guy was going in and Kenny asked about the denomination of the congregation.  He replied that it was a music studio now.  A minute or so later Kara commented that she thought that had been Wim Butler of the band Arcade Fire.  We looked at an online picture, and all agreed that had been him.

Those very loaded nachos and skinny margaritas from Rum House were a nice treat on the continued walk home.

I watched the recently released “Man on the Run” documentary about Paul McCartney founding Wings after the break up of the Beatles.  I would give it a middling rating.

I’m glad we didn’t go to a lot of trouble to see this at the recent Film Festival.

My book this week was “She’s Under Here” by Karen Palmer.  Not for everyone, and I’m not sure how it got on my list, but I did find this a good read that makes one think about how lucky our circumstances are compared to many.  An online summary:

“She’s Under Here: A Memoir by Karen Palmer is a harrowing and honest account of her escape from a violent marriage, detailing her flight with her two daughters in 1989 to create a new life under false identities to protect them from her dangerous ex-husband.  The book explores themes of fear, survival, and the difficult choices women face, examining the lines between victim and perpetrator, and captivity and freedom, all while recounting her “DIY witness protection” story.”

Here are some passages that I highlighted.  I enjoyed the premise of “do-it-yourself” witness protection.
“It might have been exciting, starting over, starting fresh, in a place where we were unknown, but this was do-it-yourself witness protection. Hidden under the driver’s seat was a guidebook on how to create new identities, but it couldn’t tell us who we’d be. We stopped in Boulder, Colorado.”
Something about places that were close to my home in Los Gatos.  I have a good picture of Mum and me looking at those pastel houses in Capitola.
“We took the girls up into the forested hills east of town, to the Mystery Spot, a purported gravitational anomaly where balls rolled uphill, and where I towered over Vinnie, who was a foot taller than me. We took them to Capitola, a pastel wedge of a burgh a few miles south of Santa Cruz, where the surf was extra gentle. We swam and walked the shore.”
And then something about my current home town:
“The next morning, driving west on I-10, hours of rain matched our somber mood. In Mobile, Alabama, on a whim we detoured to New Orleans. Approaching the French Quarter, while stopped at a light, a street sign changed direction in the wind. This, I thought, was one of those places where you might lose your mind, your way, your heart. Iron lace, jazz heard through open doorways, a voodoo museum. We bought the girls masks and beads and, hiding from the brutal sun, downed beignets at a café. Across the street a priest strolled in front of the cathedral, black cassock swinging. I licked powdered sugar from my fingers, took out my notebook, and jotted down a few words. I imagined the priest was me, but also, of course, not-me. Where had he come from? What was he thinking? What sort of trouble was he in? My pulse quickened—how I longed to be creative. There was room for that now in my life. I made another note, and another. And in this way, All Saints, a novel about three lonely people who cross paths in 1950s New Orleans, was born.”

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind” – Plato

Huey Smith plays piano on this deep cut by the Pitter Pats.  I have it on good authority (Jon Cleary) that it starts with an arpeggiated dominant 7 with a sharp 5.

Does the start of this song sound familiar?

Yes, a much more famous example of an arpeggiated dominant 7 with a sharp 5.

In other piano music, I have been really enjoying Omar Sosa, a renowned Cuban pianist that I just discovered:

 

 

Week in Review – February 22nd, 2026

“Lundi Gras King and Queen”

Monday, Lundi Gras, was a big day for our group.  We had brunch at Commander’s Palace.  We were seated in the same booth we had when celebrating Campbell and Molly’s engagement.

I loved my pulled pork benedict, paired with the three little soups appetizer (including turtle with sherry) and the bread pudding souffle with whisky sauce.

Other folks had eggs Sardou and tournedos of boeuf.  Those who had eaten at Commander’s before commented that the food seemed even better than ever.

We made a quick trip upstairs to say hello to Fred and his family – standing reservation for two tables for eight people.

This was my request from the band roaming around the restaurant and taking requests:

Julie was presented with a toque to celebrate her birthday (not really but the original trip that didn’t work out was for her birthday.)

As we were readying to leave, Ti (one of the two owners) stopped us for an announcement – Marco and Julie had been chosen as the King and Queen of Lundi Gras.  They were helped into their capes, masks and crowns before parading through the room.  What a treat!

Marco really got into the parading through the room part:

What an amazing experience.  It was so much fun to share our wonderful local establishment with new people.

After some regroup time we were able to enjoy a bit of some night parades.  Orpheus always impresses with the illuminated floats.

Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) began early with the assembling of the “Buttercup walking krewe.”  Several new members joined this year – Hugh, Sarah, Patrick, and of course our guests.  We had a blast parading down St Charles Avenue to Canal street.  I laughed as we stopped for Greg to do repairs -he travels with a full set of tools – battery powered screw driver, hot glue gun – who knew.

From Canal Street we paraded down to Harry’s Corner bar at Charters and Dumaine.  Here’s most of the group there:

The French Quarter was quite a scene with all kinds of impromptu bands and groups parading around.

I hope that Julie’s question on arrival, “What is it that you really like about living here?”, was answered over the few days they stayed with us.

Marco and Julie made their way back to our home and caught an Uber for their flight home.  Vince and Lori departed on Wednesday morning.

Wednesday and Thursday were very much catch up days – cleaning up and attending appointments that had been pushed out until after Mardi Gras (when we can easily exit the box and drive to them.)

Diana got energetic and had pickleball with Laurie early Friday.  Then Kenny picked us up for lunch at the new Cuban restaurant on Freret Street, Cafe Conmigo.

We enjoyed the Cuban sandwiches, croquettes, pastries coffee and drinks.

Chandler, one of the folks operating the place, had recently visited San Sebastian for “research” on the new Basque restaurant he’s part of opening in mid-March.  We got a couple of great recommendations for our trip.

We finally found some energy on Saturday morning and headed out for a run/walk in the park.  The humidity was almost 100% and fortunately there was a slight wind and the temperature was mid 70s.  Nothing compared to what’s to come but a bit of a shock to the system this early in the year.  We ran into Kenny doing laps on his bike.  He was looking forward to Kara’s return from Italy on Saturday evening.

After the park we stopped by Denny’s to return some things and do some final planning for our upcoming trip.

We invited Kenny and Kara to join us for music in the sculpture garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA) on Sunday afternoon.  The chilly weather meant the event was moved inside the museum.

Sir Chantz was quite entertaining – singing over multiple octaves, playing a great trumpet, dancing, tap dancing and performing double back flips – he did it all at a high level.

Here’s something from his larger band – they spend a lot of time touring in Germany:

Sir Chantz was followed by the Wes Anderson IV quartet.  Such a wonderfully sweet and smooth trombone tone.

After music, Kara (just back from Turin and Milan on Saturday night) suggested a visit to The Bell.  None of us had been and thought that sounded like a great idea.  This is a gourmet British pub.  I had heard Sir Paul McCartney visited when last in town – so should be good enough for us.

 

 

I was explaining what a Scotch egg was to Kenny when the waitress burst my bubble by telling me there were none left after the Sunday brunch rush.  Ugh.  However, the hush puppies, trout dip, and fish and chips that we shared were all excellent.  The “turbo” gin and tonic also seemed to be much appreciated.  As the driver, I decided any drink with a “turbo” rating probably wasn’t for me and stuck to my diet coke.

That may be one of the more action packed weeks in a while.

My first book (Mardi Gras recovery days involved a lot of quiet reading) this week was “Tilt” by Emma Pattee.  I enjoyed this read very much, finishing in less than 24 hours.  I didn’t find out until after reading that Pattee is an environmental writer, and that makes a lot of sense now.  Here’s an online summary:

“Last night, you and I were safe. Last night, in another universe, your father and I stood fighting in the kitchen.

Annie is nine months pregnant and shopping for a crib at IKEA when a massive earthquake hits Portland, Oregon. With no way to reach her husband, no phone or money, and a city left in chaos, there’s nothing to do but walk.

Making her way across the wreckage of Portland, Annie experiences human desperation and kindness: strangers offering help, a riot at a grocery store, and an unlikely friendship with a young mother. As she walks, Annie reflects on her struggling marriage, her disappointing career, and her anxiety about having a baby. If she can just make it home, she’s determined to change her life.

“Shocking and full of heart” (Publishers Weekly, starred review), Tilt is a “moving adrenaline rush” (The New York Times Book Review) and “epic odyssey” (NPR) about the disappointments and desires we all carry, and what each of us will do for the people we love.”

Some passages that I highlighted:
From the first flashback chapter – 17 years prior.  The pub trivia made me smile.
“We eat frozen pizza, change the Brita filter, spend hours on the couch looking at Instagram while watching Netflix, go play trivia at the neighborhood pub with another couple we don’t like that much but are too lazy to break up with. The sweetness of having a favorite bar, or a brunch spot, turns sour after six, seven years.”
From the 6 years ago flashback when Annie’s husband, Dom, has a dental emergency and no insurance.  I love the statement, “The key to a happy life is wanting what you already have.”
““Mom, I’m not going to marry him for insurance.” “What did I hear once on the radio? The key to a happy life is wanting what you already have. That’s all I’m gonna say. That’s just a mother’s two cents.” I roll my eyes. I know that across the river, she’s sitting at her desk miming zipping her lips shut.”
A description of the status of Portland a few hours after the massive earthquake:
“Quiet murmurs around the truck bed: gas terminals in Linnton are spilling into the river, toxic smoke spreading east across the city. ATMs don’t work. The National Guard says they’ll shoot anyone who tries to cross the Tilikum. Free water bottles at the convention center. Russian gangs going door to door, looting homes. The president is refusing to send help because he hates socialists. The tunnel to 26 collapsed on top of all the cars. Zoo animals running free.”
I enjoyed the “fountain of magma” as Annie describes how hot she feels:
“The sun is electric, stretching itself magnanimously over the sky. Have I ever been this hot before? My shoulders are itching from the sunburn. I’m afraid to even look at them. The heat no longer feels like it’s coming from outside of me but instead is a fountain of magma swirling inside. I think I might burst, spill lavalike over the broken asphalt. The core of me feels hotter than my skin can contain. I squint to make everything less bright.”
Another great description – “two injured animals – the elephant swaying sideways and the penguin tipping forward”:
“We start walking down Sandy towards downtown. There’s an awkward rhythm to our gait, our bodies moving out of sync. I lean side to side with the weight of my belly, my bad elbow tucked against my body. Taylor lurches forward in little half steps, trying to keep her weight off her hurt foot. Two injured animals—the elephant swaying sideways and the penguin tripping forward.”
My second book was “Wreck” by Catherine Newman.  I enjoyed the style, humour, and characters a lot and look forward to reading other Newman books.  This reminded me a lot of Anne Tyler and a bit of Elizabeth Strout.
Here’s an online overview:
“If you loved Rocky and her family on vacation on Cape Cod, wait until you join them at home two years later. (And if this is your first meeting with this crew, get ready to laugh and cry—and relate.)
Rocky, still anxious, nostalgic, and funny, is living in Western Massachusetts with her husband Nick and their daughter Willa, who’s back home after college. Their son, Jamie, has taken a new job in New York, and Mort, Rocky’s widowed father, has moved in.
It all couldn’t be more ridiculously normal . . . until Rocky finds herself obsessed with a local accident that only tangentially affects them—and with a medical condition that, she hopes, won’t affect them at all.
With her signature wit and wisdom, Catherine Newman explores the hidden rules of family, the heavy weight of uncertainty, and the gnarly fact that people—no matter how much you love them—are not always exactly who you want them to be.”
This felt very close to home:
“I sit on the floor with my back against the wall and do all the word puzzles on my phone, send my results competitively to Nick, who texts me various celebratory icons—trophies and ribbons and jazz hands—as well as his own scores, an emoji of two wrestlers, and, when he craps out on the Connections, a GIF of Lucille Ball extravagantly crying.”
Richard Scarry has appeared several times in the last few weeks – after I hadn’t thought about him for decades:
“Probably I’m picturing Richard Scarry books: the dog conductor cheerfully collecting the tickets from the pig dad; a raccoon porter getting the pillows and blankets ready for the cat family; Cookie the pig chef flipping pancakes out the window into the dining car. A loyal collective of friendly animals working together to get everybody where they need to go.”
I love the visual of all these little things stored in an Altoids tin:
“But now he’s taken out his famous Altoids tin, and he digs around in the mints and hearing-aid batteries and prescription capsules and tablets. “Are you about to offer me half a Valium?” I say, and he shakes his head, presses his chin toward his sternum, and says simply, “Heartburn.””
A conversation that Diana and I have regularly:
““Can I just send them myself?” I ask, and she explains that they must be faxed by the referring office because of confidentiality. This is frustrating because a) Within this very calendar year they will inevitably be sending me an earnestly apologetic letter about how they leaked or sold my personal data, including but not limited to all my biographical information and account numbers as well as, like, my birth certificate and a photo of my vulva that they had on file. And b) Faxing? Really? That’s the most secure thing they’ve got? “
Something that I remark on regularly:
““But should I take Rebukofide if I’m allergic to Rebukofide?” I always ask Nick, right before the commercial tells you that no, you shouldn’t.”

An article in the newspaper advertising an upcoming performance of an opera by Terence Blanchard reminded me of this classic post Katrina album:

Something from the great John Mooney:

Two completely different offerings from New Orleans musicians.

I was amazed by the skill and musicality of this bass player:

 

 

 

Week in Review – February 15, 2026

“Mardi Gras Week Two – Marco, Julie, Vince and Lori”

The alarms woke me on Monday morning as usual.  Diana getting up to go through her routines before 8am pickleball with Laurie.  I used to love this song, not so much waking me from a deep sleep at 6:30am:

Monday was a catch up administrative day for me after all the weekend one Mardi Gras festivities.  Property taxes, federal tax planning, shopping returns, publish the blog, and all kinds of other mundane stuff.

We had a pleasant walk in the park on Monday afternoon to enjoy the gorgeous weather.

Tuesday is pickleball clinic morning for Diana.  She did not medal in the tournament this week, but Laurie got first place with her partner!  On return home, I took Miss Daisy out to do some returns – Target in Metarie, UPS store, and then my own return at Ulta using a new service called “Happy Returns” – no label or packaging required.

I had some fraud on my credit card and had to get a replacement card – so annoying and time consuming.  After dealing with that I headed out for trivia.  for the first time in a while, I knew one of the gimme questions.  Do you know the answer to either of these for Tuesday?

We did all right and didn’t place.  Here’s the final question – very esoteric in my opinion.  The only one I was confident on was the number of teeth:

I felt pretty confident with an answer of “46.”  Here was the reality:

“54” – not so far from “46.”  But the margin for error is only 5.  I was put in the penalty box.

More alarms blared on Wednesday morning.  This time for the weekly run with Laurie, followed by yoga.  Can you believe it was 77 degrees in the afternoon.  I took advantage of the early start to go around the corner and set up the parade spot for Druids and Alla on Wednesday evening.  Here’s a video of some parade highlights:

Tim joked that our spot was in a “no horn zone.”  It does seem like a lot of the marching bands stop playing right when they get to us.  I made this short video to show that some do indeed play as they pass us.

I did catch this little Druids ball as it tried to bonk me on the head:

Chris Peet was the starting beacon for the Alla parade and asked Diana to get a video of his Love flag bringing up the rear of the parade:

Wednesday was a perfect parade night – not busy at all, not many kids, and great weather.

I was out early on Thursday morning to set up for the Muses parade.  This is one of the most popular and people are very eager to set up their areas.

We didn’t stay for too much of Muses – it gets really busy and too much for us old folks.  I did see Soledad O’Brien in the big shoe and the gorgeous butterfly and other illuminated things.

Vince and Lori arrived around lunchtime on Friday and I collected Marco and Julie from the airport later in the afternoon.   It didn’t take Marco long to unpack his suitcase so that he could share his fancy new Mardi Gras shirts and purple pants.

The volume in the house seemed to increase quite a bit as Marco and Diana interacted.  A quote from Marco:  “I’m loud because I want to be heard.  She’s loud because she can’t hear herself.”

We had been invited to Miss Susie’s fancy Friday evening party and attended that for a while as our guests found out what it was like to watch parades and try to catch throws.

I can’t believe that these flambeaux walkers would be allowed in any other city.  They carry a propane gas cylinder on their backs.

We attended some of the early parades on Saturday and had lots of folks meet at our house for the Tucks parade.

Marco even got to ride the Love bike before Chris Peet played his role as parade tracking beacon.

Then it was time to enjoy a late Saint Valentine’s Day lunch at Shaya, spending my retirement gift certificate.

Those grilled shrimp skewers were excellent.

The costume shop across Magazine Street from Shaya was happy to see our group as several sequined sparkly jackets and capes were purchased.

We took Marco and Julie for a short French Quarter ramble on Sunday, ahead of all the craziness of Mardi Gras day.

Drew Brees (Superbowl winning quarterback for the Saints in 2010) was the big draw on the Bacchus parade later on Sunday.

Phew!  We’re skipping the book and music sections this week – way too much competition for my attention.

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – February 8th, 2026

“Mardi Gras Part 1 – Tim and Dee”

8am pickleball started out Diana’s week as has become customary.  I really love the pre-alarms that go off prior to that.  After that, we headed out to run some errands – return something (maybe a dress) to the UPS store, pay too much to get a duplicate car registration document since the Office of Motor Vehicles hasn’t been able to mail me one in almost a month, go back to the brake inspection garage to get the official tag (good for another two years), and pick up some groceries at the Rouse’s on Freret Street.  A relatively productive outing.

After Rouse’s, we decided to walk across the street and have a coffee at Mojo.  There was another set of three youth behind the counter.  They were all engaged in a conversation about whether they had enough towels and completely ignored me for several minutes.  I turned to walk out and one of the hipster youth finally agreed to take my order.  The coffee at Mojo is very good once you get to order.

Temperatures were warmer on Monday afternoon and so we got some outside Mardi Gras prep done.  I put up the Mardi Gras flag and we practiced erecting our new shade that will save our parade spot.  So much easier and quicker than the old one we’ve been using.

Diana made a Mardi Gras flower at Laurie’s studio on Sunday – isn’t it pretty?  She hung that after we took the shade down.

You can see it in the left hand window above the porch.

 

 

 

 

 

You can also see the latest silly blow up thing that Diana was very pleased with and entertained by.  A highland cow ready for Mardi Gras – were do you get this stuff?

A little bit of work on the front door lock – it has been problematic these last few months – and it was time to head back inside.

 

 

 

 

“Take this Waltz” starring a very young Michele Williams and Seth Rogen was a movie that I enjoyed quite a bit on Monday evening.

Lunch after Tuesday pickleball clinic became difficult.  We came up with three local places and none of them were open on Tuesdays.  Monday used to be the common day to close, but many places are now catering to visitors staying for a long weekend and closing on Tuesday instead.  We finally decided on Rum House – always easy and good.  I walked over from Aidan Gill after my haircut and Diana met me on my walk.  It was a nice day for the walk home.

In the evening, I dropped Diana at Nina’s new apartment.  She took over some flowers and wine and I know Nina was pleased to show off her new place.

Wednesday morning yoga was followed by a drive over to Jefferson hospital for a Diana appointment, and then a stop at Rouse’s to get some last minute supplies for the Harvey visit.  The typical run before yoga didn’t happen as it was raining pretty heavily.

Jefferson hospital medical complex was our destination in the afternoon for a McD appointment.  We followed that with an equally exciting visit to Rouse’s for Mardi Gras visitor supplies.

Diana had pickleball clinic again on Thursday morning.  This week was a tournament and she came in 3rd place with a medal to prove it.

I picked up Tim and Dee at the airport on Thursday afternoon and we enjoyed an early dinner at Tim’s favourite Juan’s Flying Burrito.

Tim and I set up our parade spot at Aunt Suzie’s and then treated ourselves to a frozen Irish coffee at the Red Dog Diner:

Tim thought the Red Dog head looked a lot like his beagle, Buddy.

Our next event on Friday was lunch at Commander’s Palace.  We had a wonderful lunch and everyone loved their food and experience.

Deirdre had a chuckle at the poufy souffle being pierced to pour in the whiskey sauce.

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Here’s an after lunch picture in the lush courtyard:

The evening brought on the first Mardi Gras parades for our guests.  Tim was raring to go:

I was amazed at how much he got into collecting loot (throws) from the floats.

Including some light up things from Cleopatra:

We had a great Lyft driver, Patricia, who handily got us “out of the box” and into the French Quarter on Saturday lunchtime.  She dropped us at Jean Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop – the oldest operating bar in New Orleans.

We rambled down Bourbon Street from there and arrived at the Peychaud’s patio where we had a nice drink and shared a cheese and charcuterie plate.  Dee enjoyed her Pimm’s cup:

I snapped this picture on Royal Street – a gig for Giancarlo?

We headed back home in time to see the afternoon parades and meet up with the horde that had gathered – Denny, Anne, Thom, Alex, Randy, Amy etc.  I enjoyed the Trombone Shorty float and band.

Kenny and Kara brought some yummy muffulettas from Central Grocery which were quickly inhaled by the horde.

Our guests departed on Sunday morning and we made our leisurely way back around to the afternoon parades, which were running very slowly and very late.  Diana always enjoys the rolling Elvii:

We retired a little early and kinda watched the Superbowl – neither one of us really invested with either team.  I was supporting the Patriots until I saw the pre-game interview with their quarterback.  Turned out he did not perform well at all and Seattle won easily.

That was a busy few days!

My book this week was “The Sense of an Ending” by Julian Barnes.  I’m about half way finished – which I think is respectable given all the distractions.  I am enjoying this one and hoping it picks up a bit in the second half.  Here’s an online summary:

“BOOKER PRIZE WINNER • NATIONAL BESTSELLER • A novel that follows a middle-aged man as he contends with a past he never much thought about—until his closest childhood friends return with a vengeance: one of them from the grave, another maddeningly present.

A novel so compelling that it begs to be read in a single setting, The Sense of an Ending has the psychological and emotional depth and sophistication of Henry James at his best, and is a stunning achievement in Julian Barnes’s oeuvre.

Tony Webster thought he left his past behind as he built a life for himself, and his career has provided him with a secure retirement and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife and daughter, who now has a family of her own. But when he is presented with a mysterious legacy, he is forced to revise his estimation of his own nature and place in the world.”

The wonderful book “The Correspondent” inspired me to write my first letter in a while.  Poor David’s Pub, south of downtown Dallas, is closing in a couple of months and I decided to write a letter to David Card, owner and operator for the last 45 years.  I told him about my favourite performances at his club over the years and how much it had meant to me.  And, as Virginia Evans says in her book, you are likely to get a reply.  I received this note back from “Poor David, himself:”

I’ll leave you with this interesting song that I heard on the soundtrack to “Honey, Don’t”, a strange and somewhat depressing film.