Week in Review – August 24th, 2025

“Pickleball, Trivia, Music”

Our pickleball set arrived on Monday and Diana organized a court for us at The Exchange (indoor with air conditioning) for Tuesday.  I chuckled at a sheet of stickers in the package – stick on the bottom of the paddle handle and then you can use it to pick up the whiffle ball without bending all the way over – they know the target demographic for the game.

Kenny was kind enough to come along and give us some pointers.  It’s the common sense things – “Angle your paddle up unless you’re hitting it really hard”, “get down lower before you swing at ground balls” – that really help.  I had a good time and think Diana and I might make this a regular part of our week.

I might be most comfortable with the backhand – that was the same at table tennis.

On Tuesday afternoon I had scheduled an appointment to have the sebaceous cyst on my back looked at.  I had this several (3 or more) years ago and ultimately had to have it cut out as it got large and painful.  They warned me that it may come back.  Well, now it’s back and still very small.  After consultation with McD, I decided it was a good idea to get it cut out before we switch to a new benefits year (October 1st) and a new deductible kicks in.

Diana dropped me at Baptist on Napoleon and went on to drop some shoe returns off at the UPS store.  I made my way up to the 6th floor and was confused when the room it told me to check in at had a “Women’s wellness and menopause center” sign on the door.  Oh well, apparently that’s where the general surgery patients check in as well.   The lady behind the desk couldn’t find my appointment.  “Don’t worry – I’ll look it up n my phone.  I’m sorry I got the wrong week.  My appointment is next week.”  As if that wasn’t enough embarrassment, I’m leaving the menopause office and run into Julia – “What are you doing here?”   Ah geez!  I explained my situation and gave her a laugh.  She’s recovering from shoulder surgery and probably needed the laugh.

Returning home, I watched a new Cowboys Netflix documentary – “America’s Team, the Gambler and his Cowboys.”  I thought the episodes that I watched were very well done, and that even non-Cowboys fans might enjoy them.  I should have known better than to voice that opinion at trivia with a bunch of diehard Saints fans.  Aikman, Irvin, and Emmitt Smith were amazing – surviving the 1-15 season before all the Superbowls.

On to trivia.  We had a good session on Tuesday evening.  For the first time, I captured some pictures of the questions along the way.  We were behind at half time – all these peppy Tulane and Loyola students back in town and ready to play.  I’ll take you on a bit of a play by play from there:

The half time question – 3 points for every correct answer, up to 4 guesses:

We maxed out with 12 points – Cowboys (they didn’t want to write it down), 49ers, Steelers, and Patriots.  We are often a second half team:

I enjoy the “mashup questions”:

We were looking at the gasses and several of us triggered on “Noble Gasses” – must be “Barnes and Noble Gasses.”  Correct!

The group had settled on “Jailhouse Rock” and then I started trying to process on 1956 and a female blues singer – “Ain’t Nothing But a Hound Dog” popped into my head.  That was it.

I don’t know “Don Quixote” well, but had some brain flash on this horse name.  Again, we lucked into being correct.  We’re now on a big second half roll.

I should be the right guy to answer this.  I flashed back to a dinner at Tim’s house.  His son, Tegan, was playing “Trouble” with me.  I told him it was called “Sorry” in the UK.  He was very strongly opposed to that concept.  “No, it’s Trouble.”  I told the gang that “Sorry” was the correct answer.  Tom, quiz master, said the correct answer was “Frustration.”  I objected and he came up with an alternative question, that we nailed.  I did some Googling and found that “Frustration” is the current name for the game, and apparently they recently changed it from “Sorry.”  I don’t feel badly for objecting.

For some weird reason, I knew the answer to this.  Not sure how.  Maybe because I watched the series on TV about Uber and remembered the years.  I don’t know.  I’ll take the points.   I was positive on 2012 versus 2013 though.  Thom was thinking 2013 initially.

We were in first place with 101 points going into the final round.  The competitors had 93.  For the last question, one can wager up to 20 points.  Given our standing, we wagered 13 points.  Unfortunately we lost to “Phlat Phil” who got the last question right – we were somewhat close, but no cigar.  Second place and $25 of Dat Dog food and drink.

That’s a lot more trivia detail than I plan to share in the future.  It’s been a hot and slow week so far here.

On returning home, glowing in the second place aura, I watched a Netflix documentary on the band Devo.  Alex mentioned at trivia, and then I learned in the film, that Devo stands for “de-evolution”.  The members of the band attended Kent State university during the Vietnam protest incident – “Four dead in Ohio.”  They decided that mankind had “de-evolved” – “beginning to regress as demonstrated by the dysfunction and herd mentality of American society.”  I think they might have been onto something about the present day.

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We used our “culture pass” from the library to attend the World War Two (WWII) museum on Wednesday.  This is advertised as the “#1 attraction” in New Orleans.  I had heard very positive reviews of this museum from everyone who had attended, and am happy to report that my experience was way better than I expected, even after all those reviews.  Such beautiful, professional, and carefully created exhibits.

The main entry hall was very impressive, with a huge bomber lurking overhead.  I often found that there were massive things overhead that I hadn’t noticed.

Our first exhibit was about the Aleutian islands – fascinating knowledge of these islands that are such a bridge between Alaska and Russia.  Did you know that Russia sold the US Alaska in 1865?

We migrated from there to a D-Day exhibit.  It’s hard to imagine the scale of this endeavor these days, and the commitment of the individuals involved.  This exhibit tried to convey some of the magnitude:

Did you know that a large number of the personnel involved in D-Day were dropped in via gliders?  I had never heard that.  Apparently towed across the Channel by boats and then released to glide into the zone.

My favourite exhibit on my first pass through this wonderful museum was about the war in the Pacific.  We were down in the bowels of a warship and then in a jungle.  The settings, videos and artifacts were amazing:

Of course all this ends up with the Enola Gay on August 6th, 1945.  Followed up with another atomic bomb on August 9th, 1945.   Reading the flight log from the Enola Gay was chilling.  “God, what have we done?”

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Our final stop was at the Boeing airplane  exhibit.  I’m astounded by how they got all these massive objects inside this exhibit hall – I’d love to see a video about that (haven’t checked YouTube yet).  The 3rd floor viewing gallery had me marginally dizzy (thanks Dad!), and so I rejected Diana’s request to check out the 4th floor gallery.  Look at all these suspended and amazing planes:

Diana wanted to capture my dizzy self with all the massive planes above me:

On exiting the museum I suggested that we visit Taqueria La Lucha – this is a place owned by Kenny’s friend Ryan.  He makes wonderful tacos and an amazing hibiscus margarita.  We had a nice visit with him.  He started off with how difficult it is to run a restaurant in New Orleans in the height of summer – no doubt, and finished with stories about parade rides that his Dad helped him make.  Ryan’s hibiscus margaritas are the best that I have tasted, ever:

Here’s the taco menu that we need to take advantage of soon, when the weather cools off:

We got home just in time to meet Tristan who was going to service our generator.  He changed the oil, filter and spark plug so that we’re ready for the remainder of hurricane season.

Some interesting facts about what happened on August 20th:

In 1882, Tchaikovsky debuted his 1812 overture.  I can remember playing this at the Interlachen casino in Switzerland – such an amazing tour and very difficult bass part. The casino did not reverberate like the mountain churches we had played in the previous few days.   One of the highlights of my brass band career.  Second only to my Albert Hall experiences.  Walking the stairs that Eric Clapton walked in the start of the Cream reunion .

There’s a lot of excitement in Austin and in New Orleans about Arch Manning starting as quarterback for the University of Texas.  Here’s an interesting article in the paper about his bond with his grandfather, Archie:

Arch Manning Time Picayune article

On Thursday morning, I watched the Jennifer Lawrence movie “Causeway.”  This is one of my very favourite movies – understated with huge emotional connections and set in New Orleans.  Unlike some other movies, this could only be New Orleans – almost every scene.

I visited Aidan Gill and Derek for a haircut later on Thursday morning – always a good blether.  Then it was over to Rouse’s to do some shopping for an enchilada casserole that I planned on making.  I ultimately got too tired to mess with that and just popped a “Sicilian” pizza in the oven.  It seemed to be well received by my half Sicilian friend.

We had an amazing musical experience on Friday night.  John Boutte was playing in the indoor pavilion at the Broadside.  We’ve seen him before as a guest of Jon Cleary, but not with his own band and show.  I was happy when the second song in his set was Louisiana by Randy Newman:

And what an excellent guitar solo:

Who is that genius on the guitar?  It took a bit of work, and I identified him as Caleb Tokarska.  Here’s an Offbeat article about him:

Caleb Tokarska bio

After a while, Boutte started taking requests.  Caleb requested this one, “Blowin’ in the Wind”:

In addition to Caleb on the guitar, Oscar Rossignoli on the piano was a wonderful surprise.  As Diana said, “He could play anything.”  Indeed he could – a complete virtuoso who played all over the map for 2 hours without any music.

I enjoyed Boutte’s story about meeting Paul Simon and this cover of “American Tune”:

And this Cyndi Lauper cover:

Finishing with the song that made him all that HBO money from Treme:

I read this interesting article about living in and leaving New Orleans:

New Yorker New Orleans article

The Krewe of OAK rolled on Saturday night.  This is a walking parade on Oak Street and Carrollton midway between Mardi Gras celebrations.  We met Anne and Jack for dinner before the parade.  Chais Delachaise was close to the parade route.  We found out that Fred, Kelly and Richard had the same idea when we arrived.  Here are a couple of the walking groups:

Meanwhile, on the Mississippi coast, the boys were watching the Marshall Tucker Band, or rather, the one surviving member of the original band.  Apparently they found him after the show:

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I read “Hell of a Book” by Jason Mott this week.  It wasn’t a long read and one that I should perhaps have abandoned midway through.  I found this a strange book, not totally devoid of great writing and promise, and just not cohesive at all – different writing techniques and approaches that don’t come together, if at all, until the last few pages.

Here’s the AI summary of Amazon reader reviews:

“Customers find the book heartbreakingly poignant and eloquently written, with great insight into the complexities of race and humor throughout. The storytelling receives mixed reactions – while some praise its astounding narrative, others find it confusing at times. The authenticity and pacing also get mixed reviews, with some finding it true and timely, while others question its reliability and find it challenging to follow.”

I can get behind that summary.  It’s always interesting when I don’t love a book that gets universally hugely positive reviews from so many sources, e.g.  from The Sunday Times:

“Brilliant and inventive. What is most surprising, however, is how funny the novel is. Jason Mott, an already successful American novelist, has dared to bring anarchic farce, vertiginous layers of irony, and often riotous hilarity to the Black Lives Matter movement. Striking . . . intelligent . . . ingenious.”

There were certainly some funny passages, but I would not describe the overall novel as “funny” by any stretch of the imagination.

Some passages that I enjoyed:

“The eighth-graders in the back all migrated up to the center of the bus, all of them sitting and leaning in a semicircle around Soot and Tyrone, pulled by the persistent gravity of cruelty.”
“The persistent gravity of cruelty” is a wonderful phrase.
The main character, speaking of his new book:
“It’s in brick & mortar stores. It’s online. It’s been Kindled and Kobo’d, iPadded and Audible’d. It’s been optioned so that it can be movie’d—Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Donald Glover are both said to be interested. We’re even in talks to have it comic book’d. My publisher is happy. My editor is happy. The company I pay my student loans to is happy. My agent and publicist is . . . well . . . she’s involved, and I think that’s as close to happy as publicists get.”
I like the verbing of nouns – “iPadded”
“and the fact that I’ve already nearly cleaned out Renny’s minibar did nothing to help make Daedalus’s maze any more navigable.”
I saved this so that I could learn more about Daedalus’s maze, guessing that could be a future trivia question:
“In Greek mythology, the Daedalus maze, also known as the Labyrinth, is a complex structure designed by the legendary architect Daedalus for King Minos of Crete at Knossos. It was built to house the Minotaur, a creature with the head of a bull and the body of a man, who was eventually killed by the hero Theseus. The Labyrinth was so intricate that Daedalus himself struggled to escape it after its completion.
“Thanks,” I say, trembling as the handshake persists. He squeezes tight enough that I think that, when this greeting finally ends, I might find a raw diamond where my hand once was.”
Tight enough to create a raw diamond – clever.
“So I pull over and let her out in the middle of the block. The cars behind me in traffic don’t honk their horns because this isn’t the type of town where people do that type of thing. This is a good place filled with good people who know that they’ll get wherever they’re going when the time is right. It’s a philosophical city. She steps out and shuts the door.”
Oh to live in a city with these driving habits, as contrasted with universal red light running, shooting out of side streets, and the like.
““The next what?” “You think this is over?” he asked, opening his eyes again. He looked around his seat as he spoke, searching for something. “This is just book one. Just an introduction.” “An introduction to who?” “To whom,” he corrected, finally finding what he was looking for: a blanket. Then he leaned back in his chair again and shut his eyes and before I could even ask another question, he was already asleep. Deep and instant slumber, like somebody had just closed the lid on the universe’s laptop.”
Closing the lid on the universe’s laptop – very clever imagery.
“Laugh all you want, but I think learning to love yourself in a country where you’re told that you’re a plague on the economy, that you’re nothing but a prisoner in the making, that your life can be taken away from you at any moment and there’s nothing you can do about it—learning to love yourself in the middle of all that? Hell, that’s a goddamn miracle.”
This was almost a closing, summary paragraph.

Steve Jones of the Sex Pistols on “5 Albums I Can’t Live Without”, discussing Bowie’s “Ziggy Stardust” album.   His list also included Rod Stewart, Roxy Music and Steely Dan.  That last one just makes me smile.  Steve Jones loves the precision and musicianship of Steely Dan.

“I know he had a few albums before that when he had curly hair and wearing dresses. I knew a couple of the songs, but that whole look, the glam look, I was sold hook, line, and sinker when that came out. I saw him a few times. I love Mick Ronson, Woody Woodmansey is a fantastic drummer, and Trevor Bolder. They were just a great band. I know it was basically David Bowie’s thing, and then he left them after two albums. Pretty much all of them anyway. Mick Ronson went on a bit longer to play with him on Pin Ups. That album was definitely one of my favorite albums. Very inspirational to me. Steered me in the direction. I loved all that glam, to be honest with you. T. Rex, Mott the Hoople. Good glam. There was a lot of cheesy glam, which I don’t mind now, but at the time, I was a bit particular. They had to look a certain way. Slade and The Sweet and bands like that, they seemed a bit more just manufactured and Top of the Pops friendly. I liked a bit more avant-garde with Bowie, and the next album, I’m going to say, as well. If you want me to still talk about the rise and fall, I will, or are we done now?”

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all.

Week in Review – August 18th, 2025

“Pickleball?”

I finally had enough of putting air in a tire with a slow leak, and I know Diana certainly was tired of it as well.  Time to get it fixed.  Paul had recommended Al and Al’s shop and what a wonderful experience that was.  Not a place I would ever have considered using from a curb appeal perspective, but I was in and out in 15 minutes with two patches in place.  I would recommend Al senior and junior to anyone with tire woes.

The rest of Monday was boring administrative work – bills and other paperwork.

A hearing aid check up on Tuesday took me over to Metarie.  I typically swing by Taco Bell for a snack while over there.  My drink cup usually gets my secret visit busted by McD.  I’m going to have to be stealthier.

Kelly organized a girls Happy Hour for Anne’s birthday at the Columns in the evening.  Seems like they had a good time for three or more hours…

Diana had a busy girls day on Wednesday.  Running with Lori in the morning, followed by yoga.  I found out that Lori refers to her as “Coach D” while she’s pushing her to run further.  In the afternoon, Anne and Kara joined Diana at Merry Lee’s pool for the afternoon.  The brightly coloured bracelets that Diana had manufactured for Anne’s gift were well received.

Of course, the big fish were landed after Kenny and I left Grand Isle.  Thom looks quite pleased with himself and apparently that’s a cobia that Jack has:

Jack was kind enough to drop off some trout fillets for us when he got home.

A text from Diana at the pool asked me if I had interest in seeing the new Jeff Buckley documentary at the Broad theater on Thursday.  I had noticed this on their email an hour earlier and was waiting to ask if Diana would like to go when she got home.  Nice when things work out like that.  We both enjoyed the movie a lot.  Here’s an interview with the director, Amy Berg:

Spin interview with Jeff Buckley documentary director

After the movie we stopped into the Whole Foods on Broad (not one we’d ever been in before) to get ingredients for making a lemon butter sauce for the trout.  The store was small but very pleasant, and the sauce turned out well.
The roasted carrots were also yummy.
Diana and Lori had another run on Friday morning. I walked over to French Truck for a coffee while they were running.  The sidewalks and walls of the cemetery are always “interesting.”
Then I made a trip over to the bank to renew our safety deposit box.  Diana correctly pointed out that it should be overdue – apparently the notice was still going to McKinney and the mail forwarding stopped a year ago.  Oopsy.
We had read that the Milan lounge had reopened in the bottom floor of the Library bar on Prytania and decided to give it a try for Friday Happy Hour.  The door was open but the bar was deserted.  I saw some guys in the kitchen at the back and went to check with them.  Apparently the bar tender had an issue with their roof at home, so no go on the Milan and Jeopardy.  No worries – let’s try the Library upstairs.  This was a very pleasant experience with good drinks at a good price and delicious dim sum treats from those guys in the kitchen downstairs.  Connor the bar tender and Andrew in the kitchen were both very pleasant.
Some interesting things from August 15th in history:
1057 – Macbeth, King of the Scots, was killed in battle by Malcolm, eldest son of King Duncan, whom Macbeth had slain
1969  – first day of the Woodstock music festival
1939   -The Wizard of Oz was first released
1914    – The Panama Canal opened
Kenny invited us to join the krewe at Pickleball in City Park on Saturday afternoon.  Diana was talked into joining several doubles games, and I think I would have tried as well had I not decided to wear my usual flip flops.  I enjoyed chatting with the guys in the shade.
We had a group dinner at Taqueria Guerrero on the way home.  This was a casual and delicious spot near City Park and next door to Angelo Brocato’s (home of the famous gelato and cannoli’s.)  Another good Denny recommendation.
We made a trip over the Mississippi to Algiers on Sunday for brunch at the new Saint Claire restaurant.   This is a large house on some beautiful grounds that once were part of some kind of Naval base.   Chef Melissa Martin of the Mosquito Supper Club (close to our home) is in charge of the menu at Saint Claire.
Brunch was very good.  Delicious biscuits, niçoise salad for Diana and lamb meatballs and grits for me.
After brunch we made a visit to the nearby Crown and Anchor “English Pub.”  The entry is through an old Tardis like police box as seen in Doctor Who.
When we entered the bar tender was leading a debate on which musicians were better – “Joan Jett or Pat Benatar?” – obviously Joan Jett.   “Elton John or Billy Joel?” – that’s a more complicated choice.  This was a very pleasant stop on the way home.
From the only in New Orleans files, this was the headline this week – our Mayor indicted on 18 counts.  Thankfully she only has a few months left in office.
My book this week was “Culpability” by Bruce Hoslinger.  Here’s an online summary:

“When the Cassidy-Shaws’ autonomous minivan collides with an oncoming car, seventeen-year-old Charlie is in the driver’s seat, with his father, Noah, riding shotgun. In the back seat, tweens Alice and Izzy are on their phones, while their mother, Lorelei, a world leader in the field of artificial intelligence, is absorbed in her work. Yet each family member harbors a secret, implicating them all in the tragic accident.

During a weeklong recuperation on the Chesapeake Bay, the family confronts the excruciating moral dilemmas triggered by the crash. Noah tries to hold the family together as a seemingly routine police investigation jeopardizes Charlie’s future. Alice and Izzy turn strangely furtive. And Lorelei’s odd behavior tugs at Noah’s suspicions that there is a darker truth behind the incident—suspicions heightened by the sudden intrusion of Daniel Monet, a tech mogul whose mysterious history with Lorelei hints at betrayal. When Charlie falls for Monet’s teenaged daughter, the stakes are raised even higher in this propulsive family drama that is also a fascinating exploration of the moral responsibility and ethical consequences of AI.

Culpability explores a world newly shaped by chatbots, autonomous cars, drones, and other nonhuman forces in ways that are thrilling, challenging, and unimaginably provocative.”

This was a thought provoking, entertaining and relatively quick read.  I give it a strong recommendation.

An interesting paragraph that defines “anthropomorphic projection”:
“These systems are designed to respond in recognizably human ways. We give them names like Siri and Alexa. We speak to them as if they share our worldview, or care about our feelings and futures. This behavior is known as anthropomorphic projection. We want our helpful machines to be like us, and so we tend to project onto them our ways of understanding the world.”
A section that gets to the heart of the book – culpability of AI systems:
“Artificial Intelligence confronts us with the problem of distributed culpability. Human morality, historically, centers around agency and intentionality. We blame the drunk driver, not the car; we credit the artist, not the brush. AI systems muddy these waters. AIs are not mere tools; their learning algorithms endow them with agency. They make “decisions” based on data, albeit without consciousness or intent. A strict division between human and machine culpability is quickly becoming untenable, creating a landscape where ethical norms strain under unfamiliar weights. In this context, both legal and ethical frameworks must evolve to address this novel, intricate web of agency and accountability. Failure to adapt our frameworks risks ethical disarray, misassigned blame, and ultimately a kind of moral haziness that is already having a corrosive effect on our society. We must always take responsibility for our own mistakes. Yet in this new age of intelligent machines, we must also take responsibility for theirs.”
One of the scarier elements of AI, in my opinion, the “black box” decision making:
“The phrase “black box” refers to AI systems whose internal workings and computational processes are neither transparent to nor easily comprehended by humans. While deep learning and other AI models may produce accurate results and generate correct predictions, the means through which they arrive at these outputs is a mystery even to their most knowledgeable programmers. Nearly all of these systems’ decision-making processes, including how exactly they process ethical constraints, remain opaque. The black box thus embodies the inscrutability of AI in many of its current incarnations. In this sense, the black box is a harbinger of a potentially terrifying future of unknowability. In a black box, we are all flying blind.”
The ethical and moral issue at the core of the discussion of AI in the book:
“When humans do something wrong, they generally face consequences. Even when our wrongdoing goes undetected by another—a parent, a spouse, an institution, law enforcement—we tend to experience guilt, shame, or regret. Only a psychopath lives life free of remorse. Algorithms face no such consequences for their misbehavior, either societal or emotional. Punishment, guilt, culpability are alien to them. There are no moral qualms in an algorithm. Yet without acknowledgment of wrongdoing, how can there be regret? Without self-consciousness of guilt, how can there be remorse? And without regret and remorse, how can there be moral growth?”
Pavlov’s dog was mentioned in the book.  My mind mapped to this song that I hadn’t heard in decades:
I think the lead singer, David Surkamp, sounds like a blend of Geddy Lee from Rush and Fergal Sharkey of the Undertones:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all.

Week in Review – August 10, 2025

“Keith’s turn at the beach”
I would like to start this week with a quote from the late, great Anthony Bourdain, courtesy of the wonderful Bastion restaurant in Nashville:
A lot of great advice in there.
Diana made it home from Julia’s beach house, trapping a mouse in a closet for John to deal with when he arrived after their departure.  We enjoyed a late “welcome home” lunch at the Columns on Tuesday, sharing the delicious burger (best in NOLA?) and their new chopped salad.
I didn’t make it to trivia.  Apparently the most interesting question was about naming 4 of the 5 classic French cooking “mother” sauces.  Denny got Hollandaise and Bechamel.  I would have added Tomato if I had been there but would not have remembered the remaining two – Velouté and Espagnole.
We participated in our classic retiree activity on Wednesday morning – the classic 10am movie at the Prytania.  This week was “Roman Holiday” – the 1953 movie with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck.
I’d forgotten how many quiet scenes there were in this one – relying on the facial expressions from Hepburn in particular.  The very last scene being an excellent example.  We both enjoyed this one very much.
We’ve been working on our wills, medical and financial powers of attorney, living wills etc. for many months now.  These were finalized on Thursday on the 25th floor of the Regions Bank building downtown.  It’s always entertaining for us to enter the type of building that we worked in for so many years and haven’t been in for many years since.  Paul met us there and acted as the second witness for the document signing.
We celebrated this milestone with a Happy Hour at Saint John.  This is another great value offering (not quite as good as Cafe Degas, but close.)
The moules frites and crudo with creme fraiche were both very good, and the highlight for me was the muffuletta bruschetta.
Kenny drove us to Grand Isle on Friday.  Where is that?  Well, it’s the last barrier between New Orleans and the Gulf.  Way down there (about a two and a half hour drive.)
I always learn something when driving with Kenny.  Two takeaways from this trip:
1.  There are three billionaires in Louisiana.   Trey’s employer is one of them, and he hails from Lockport, a small town we drove through.
2.  Port Fourchon, right on the tip before you turn for Grand Isle, once delivered 17% of the US energy supply.  Amazing to contemplate from such a small town.
We arrived a bit before check in time and so enjoyed a burger and yummy onion rings at the Starlite diner.
The “fishing camp”, really a big house on stilts, that Denny chose for us was excellent.  Big, manly living area, huge upper deck, queen size bunkbeds, massive downstairs cooktop, and a huge dining table.  Denny always does such a good job of researching and finding places for us.
We met Denny and Mason at the marina and then Kenny made everyone jambalaya back at the house.
Grand Isle was in sync with New Orleans – hosting a red dress run on Saturday morning.  This is a silly charity event where men and women all dress up in red dresses and participate in a short run.  We made our way down to the marina to check out the post run festivities.  The red dresses piled into their golf carts and started to leave shortly after our arrival.  They were off to Cisco’s bar.  Why not join?
This was a classic dive bar.  The guys played a complicated three ball pool game and we enjoyed the ambience.
Thom ended up winning the pool pot and doing an entertaining happy dance.
Later in the afternoon we headed out on the boats.  I was assigned to Preston’s boat with first mate Jack and Kenny.
Neither boat had good luck with catching any fish.  The water was choppy and that led to a pretty bumpy ride back and forth from the fishing spots.  I was amazed by the selection of extremely expensive reels that Preston’s friend had in his closet after we docked and enjoyed the sunset.
Back at the fishing camp, Denny cooked up a feast (no fish on the grill) while the guys relaxed.  Denny works hard on these trips to keep everything going.
Meanwhile, in the Quarter, the girls were enjoying “Dirty Linen Night”.  This follows “White Linen Night” which happened the week earlier.  This is a fundraising event on Royal Street and most of the galleries and shops participate.  You buy a wrist band and get drinks at all the galleries.
The funds go to pre-college education for kids hoping to go to college that might not typically have the right preparation.  Last year, 100% of students made it to college.  Seems the girls had a great time, finishing with dinner and drinks at Manolito (Cuban restaurant.)
Kenny did a great job of driving us home through serious storms on Sunday morning.  Then we took Anne for dinner at Basin Seafood to start her “birthday week.”  They had an interesting coolinary menu (the August special menus that restaurants have to try and bring more locals in during the quiet season.)  Diana had the crawfish pupusa.  I sampled and it was perfect.
Anne started with the corn bisque.  Great presentation on both dishes:
Both of them opted for the soft shell crab entree, while I rejected the coolinary menu (not that hungry) and opted for the beet and crab ravigote salad (highly recommended.)
My book this week was “So Far Gone” by Jess Walter.  I really enjoyed this – the first half quite a bit more than the second.  First half was more character driven, with a lot of dramatic action in the second.  This is not as great as Walter’s “Beautiful Ruins”, but worth the read.  Here’s the online summary of the plot:

“A few weeks after the 2016 election, at Thanksgiving with his daughter’s family, Rhys Kinnick snapped. After an escalating fight about politics, he hauled off and punched his conspiracy theorist son-in-law. Horrified by what he’d done, by the state of the country and by his own spiraling mental health, Rhys chucked his smartphone out a car window and fled for a cabin in the woods, off the grid and with no one around—except a pack of hungry raccoons.

Now, seven years later, Kinnick’s old life is about to land right back on his crumbling doorstep. Can this failed husband and father, a man with no phone, no computer, and a car that barely runs, reemerge into a broken world to track down his missing daughter and save his sweet, precocious grandchildren from the members of a dangerous militia?

With the help of his caustic ex-girlfriend, a bipolar retired detective, and his only friend (who happens to be furious with him), Kinnick heads off on a madcap journey through cultural lunacy and the rubble of a life he thought he’d left behind. So Far Gone is a rollicking, razor-sharp, and ultimately moving road trip through a fractured nation, from a writer who has been called “a genius of the modern American moment””

I take issue with the “caustic ex-girlfriend” – that’s not how I read her.

Some passages that I enjoyed:

An entertaining metaphor:

“Rhys sat helplessly between the dim husbands of daughter and ex-wife, quietly nursing his fourth beer. He was a terrible nurse. This patient wasn’t likely to make it, either.”
Emphasizing my hatred of the younger set inserting “like” everywhere it doesn’t belong:
” She was, of course, neither nun nor teenager, but a twenty-four-year-old recent college graduate, still able to conjure a bit of high school indignation on her face when it suited her. “Um,” Allison said, “I’m, like, working on it?” She held her phone up with a flopped wrist. On the screen: a photo of crime scene tape around a light pole. She was, like, posting it! If someone would just, like, leave her alone!”
Getting a little deeper:
“All cruelty springs from weakness. Seneca said that, along with: Ignorance is the cause of fear. Kinnick had always believed these adages to be true, but now, bleeding on the ground, watching Dean Burris stand over his dead son-in-law, Rhys wondered if Seneca might have been a little silly to believe in the causal roots of evil.”
An interesting take on the surface level journalism that we are served:
“Pestered by Lucy the day he left the hospital, Rhys had allowed himself to be interviewed by a young reporter named Allison. When the story ran, Kinnick was deflated. She’d gotten his quotes right and the details certainly seemed accurate, but reading about the whole thing in the newspaper somehow shrunk Shane’s murder, as if it had been nothing more than a seedy domestic squabble between a flaky wife, her religious husband, and his gun-toting militia friends. Rhys even started to wonder if that’s all it was. He had to remind himself of the limits of daily journalism, which was better at posing questions than answering them. Still, he wondered: Where was the story about how fear had infected so many people, how it had killed his poor son-in-law? How a sociopath like Dean Burris had burrowed his way into the Church of the Blessed Fire? How these insane things kept happening, these eruptions of senseless violence, of anger and ignorance and greed and mendacity, like ancient fissures bubbling up under the surface, and what—we were just supposed to go on with our lives? Wake up the next day like nothing happened, like we hadn’t lost our minds? Just turn the page, to the baseball scores or the horoscopes or celebrity birthdays? (Nothing to see here, just America.)”
We watched a documentary on Billy Joel that we agreed was very well done.  What a huge talent.
And then I watched a few episodes of the CNN documentary about Liveaid.  This took place the day before I started working, and I remember watching it with my new boss, Howard Dunn, at his home.  40 years ago!
One of the interesting scenes is Paul McCartney’s microphone not working during “Let it Be.”  The logistics of doing something like this in 1985 are astounding, and this was the only blip that I’m aware of.  David Bowie, Pete Townsend and Bob Geldof came out to sing and help with the issue.  And then the crowd took over.
Finally, I remembered a crazy good album that I got as a Christmas gift from Mum and Dad one year.  It was called “The Hitmakers” and had a ridiculously good set of tracks:
Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits
Oh Yeah by Roxy Music
Games Without Frontiers by Peter Gabriel
Dark End of the Street by Van Morrison
You Wear it Well by Rod Stewart
What an amazing year in music.
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all.

Week in Review – August 3rd, 2025

“Diana makes it to the beach”

We kicked off the week with an early morning walk in the park.  It is hard to drink enough water when it’s so hot outside.  Anne and Diana took advantage of the pool at Merry Lee and Jeff’s condo on Monday afternoon.

For Tuesday trivia there were a lot of teams and thankfully it was a  few degrees cooler than last week.  We were doing well going into the final round (1st place if I remember correctly.)  There were some easy questions like this one:

And then there was “What is a German Shepherd dog called in Britain?”  That was an easy one for me and I suspect not for many of the other teams.

The final question involved putting these events in chronological order:

The first episode of Charlie Rose

Pete Rose banned from baseball

Kiss for a Rose on the chart

Kate Winslet won Oscar for Rose

We got the first two in the wrong order – Charlie Rose was more recent than we suspected.  I think we finished in 4th place.

I promised Diana that we would try the Happy Hour at Cafe Degas on Thursday.  This is an excellent value – full sized martini for $5 (and not drowned in vermouth), Diana approved sparkling wine for $5, escargots for $6, and pate and cheese board for $12 (a really good selection and portion.)

The food and drink seem to taste better when you know you’re getting a really good value.

I got a NOLA.com alert at Cafe Degas about a man running down Bourbon street with a “Love” flag.  This could only be our buddy, Chris Peet.  Here’s the article – really well written with some good pictures:

 

Chris Peet Love Flag on Bourbon St

I treated myself to a delicious breakfast sandwich from Gracious bakery on Friday.  I haven’t decided if I prefer this to the one from District or the one from Chicory – so many great options in walking radius.  I picked up a lemon bar treat for McD while I was there – well received.  I enjoy reading the “On this day in history” column in the paper.  Some highlights from August 1st:

Baden Powell hosted a camp at Brownsea island in Southern England, marking the first Boy Scout camp.

In 1981, MTV took to the airwaves with the first video played being “Video Killed the Radio Star” by The Buggles – a good trivia question:

Diana made it to the beach, courtesy of Julia’s beach house, and Anne’s transportation.  I chuckled at her little packing station on the counter:

This was her location:

Ok – I didn’t do a very good job with that screenshot – she was between Mobile and Pensacola on the south (Gulf) coast.

The beach looked very pleasant and came with some interesting wildlife:

The heron has a name, and I don’t remember it now.

Denny organized a get together for the male members of the krewe while the ladies were at the beach.  We met at Gris Gris and enjoyed their Happy Hour snacks – mini meat pies for me, wings for Good Lord Alex etc.

We relaxed a bit at our home after that:

I finished “King of Ashes” by S.A. Crosby this week.  My summary – very dark content, great characters, sad story.  Off to find something a bit lighter.

 

 

Here’s a recent poem by Giancarlo (Diana’s brother).  I tried to get the line spacing closer and gave up after 30 minutes of putzing around in WordPress.

*Love Poems to Gaza (Songs to Gaza) 

 I come to you from my speck on the planet

10,000 miles of proximity 

I am eager to know you 

Even in my speckled English 

My own lost language hovers in the atmosphere 

Just out of reach 

I have drunk the poison known as empire 

And in my veins the antidote still lives 

It works diligently day and night 

To salvage my flesh housing my soul 

I say this to you now even in my shock 

My sorrow wants to embrace yours 

This desire riddled with the grapples 

Of my nation’s self-pleading 

I must pass through a climate of indifference 

To reach your shores 

I suspect you know the old lines 

The betrayers announce themselves 

Before they charge 

I too have to calm myself before the thieves 

Overtake me 

I tell you with my voice only a shrivel of meaning 

No act stifles your life 

No cruelty disappears your heritage 

You are not lost to me 

 

Please, I do not want to burden you 

I want to lift the yoke of your hurt 

My eyes burn and my heart clenches 

My hand is near just outside the flames 

Where I embrace your brethren 

Still living amidst the explosions 

In my proximity there is a gulf of fire 

But the winds blow cold 

Parting the flames momentarily 

I reach in and lift you out 

Hold you as if you were my own 

 

Your planet as mine joined by a blaze 

Our planets merge into one 

Inseparable as we’ve always been 

To know you again to know your strength 

Inseparable as we’ve always been 

Believing our climate traces a proof 

The skies push back smoke 

We look together to the skies 

A silence we begin to remember 

 

Where was I the last time 

The waters overdrew my feet 

I looked out at the sea’s 

Tangled white crests 

Watching for any signs of you 

I looked beyond the swells 

Past the imaginary line of horizon 

My bare feet grasp the sand, 

Inextricable 

I feel you from here 

Water tumbling like cries 

Waves spreading a burdened life before me 

Shell eyes, driftwood limbs 

I reach down to pick up a stone 

Chiseled and smooth by innumerable fingers 

And toss it through the spray 

To reach you 

 

I love the funky side of John Scofield:

And on a completely different musical track, just a masterclass in songwriting:

And finally, a similar style from another great singer songwriter:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all.