Week in Review – April 26th, 2026

“Jazzfest Week One”

On Wednesday evening we ventured over to something new – the Constantinople porch stage to see River Eckert give a solo performance.

That turned into a good decision.  Kenny, Kara and Nina met us and we enjoyed some classic River songs.  Heartbreakingly, Marcia Ball was in the audience.  She is one of my all time favourite musicians, has ALS and can no longer talk.  River did a nice job of recognizing her.

That was a nice and casual warm up for the crazy days ahead.  I like this sign that they put out during the porch concerts.

We tried something new on the first Thursday (referred to as locals day because of the reduced ticket price for local residents) and set up under the large tree at the Fais Do-Do stage.  What on earth is that?  Well…in French it is an affectionate phrase used to tell young children to “go to sleep.”  I don’t think that’s what they’re going for with this stage.  In this case it refers to a lively, traditional Saturday night country dance.  These were family affairs and mothers would say “fais do-do” to their children so that the dancing could continue.  We set up here in order to enjoy Shinyribs when he closed out the stage later in the afternoon.

I usually start Jazzfest with a plan and things get less and less organized as the days pass.  Here were the things I was interested in for the first day:

We started out with a walk over to see Gov’t Majik at the Festival stage.  They had an interesting and varied set.

We followed that with a little bit of Johnny Sketch and then heard some of Vieux Farka Toure in the Blues Tent.  He is a Malian singer, composer and guitarist. He is the son of Malian musician Ali Farka Toure.  There was an album years ago by Ry Cooder and Ali Farka Toure that I really enjoyed:

We made our first stop into the WWOZ tent – iced coffee, water, all kinds of fruit, and very well maintained bathrooms.  This was all very pleasant – a small oasis amidst the crowds.

Our next stop was the grandstand (main viewing area for the horse racing track) to watch an interview of Jon Batiste by David Fricke.  This was a very popular and poorly planned event.  Organizers should have readily predicted that this would be popular and used the many TVs to broadcast throughout the grandstand rather than in just one small section.  It was hopeless to try and listen with all the chatter around us and so we left to find something better to entertain us.

The Blind Boys of Alabama in the Gospel tent quickly helped us forget about the mess of the interview.

Just an excellent set from start to finish.

We sampled a short amount of Kings of Leon on the main Festival stage.  Diana and I looked at each other and agreed that they were not our thing at all – sounded terrible.  We beat a hasty retreat to listen to some Shinyribs.  One of our group talked way too much during this set – very annoying.  On our way out, we listened to some of Raye, a young English singer.  She was excellent – a huge and talented band, good songs, and had a great talent for endearing herself to the huge crowd between songs.

The first day was in the books and our brass passes seemed to provide some benefits.

Friday set up was at the Festival stage – our new preferred spot up against the front of the Big Chief viewing gallery – better views and easier access than our previous spot.

 

 

Julie’s dress made it out to the festival.

We started with sets from local groups Naughty Professor and The Rumble – both very good performances.  Then the last of the Nevilles who still performs in New Orleans, Cyril, put on a very strong show.

 

Here’s a clip of a young family member with a fancy suit:

After a solid set from the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, it was time for what we hoped would be a festival highlight – Jon Batiste.  Things started off well with the Blind Boys of Alabama kicking of his show.

Batiste’s set was a little bit all over the map with some things I loved, Hallelujah:

And some other sections that weren’t what I was looking for.  Overall, a very good day 2.

For Saturday, Day 3, we set up at the Gentilly Stage.  The first band up was The Deslondes – my favourite from the last few years.  I decided to go up front and get a close up experience.

They closed with a cover of J.J. Cale’s “Drifter’s Wife.”  Really excellent stuff to start the day.

The Crowe Boys, another local band, was a new one for me.  I was quite impressed with their performance.

Jason Isbell and the 400 unit followed that with a solid set – just nothing close to the one I saw in Telluride when I became an instant big fan.  I don’t have any videos to share because he apparently has folks trolling around looking for short video clips from a festival and blocking them for copyright – what a ridiculous waste of resources.

Tyler Childers finished out the day on the Gentilly stage.  He’s a country/Americana artist that has become very popular lately, especially with the kids.  Jack and Mason joined us to watch.  We gave it a few songs and were not impressed at all.

We decided to walk around the track and catch some of Stevie Nicks at the Festival stage.  That turned out to be quite the undertaking, the track being completely blocked by people watching the show from outside the field.  We fought our way through and were able to listen to a few songs.  Stevie still sounds very good.  And is clearly just as popular.

Back at Gentilly to pack up, Childers was sounding much better.  Mason confirmed that he picked up about half way through, but was upset that he hadn’t played any of his very popular songs.

It was back over to the Festival stage on Sunday, Day 4.  Some rain threatened as we waited in line and didn’t come to too much.

After setting up, we made our way over to the Blues tent to see River Eckert and his band absolutely kill it in their first ever Jazzfest performance.  Several more thousand people than our living room or the Constantinople stage.

The two big closers on Sunday were both octogenarians – Irma Thomas and Rod Stewart.  So impressive to still be performing at a high level in their 80s.  Here’s Irma with her classic “Time is on my side:”

And “Forever Young:”

Moving on to the next act, Rod Stewart.

He insists on being “piped” on stage with “Scotland the Brave” and has the Celtic football team logo on the bass drum.

This was very much his Vegas residency type show and I enjoyed it all.  There’s nothing wrong with cheezy if well executed.

My favourite was this old Faces song:

You do have to smile at his choice of backup singers, all great musicians also playing harp, violin, and guitar:

Phew!!  Week One is in the books.  Let’s do it again next weekend.

 

 

Week in Review – April 19th, 2026

“French Quarter Fest 2026”

Diana was excited to get back to pickleball on Monday morning.  She won all but one of her games in the clinic ending tournament.

I picked up our Brass Passes for Jazzfest around lunchtime in the Jazz and Heritage Festival building on Rampart.  Music was playing on an amazing sound system in the pickup room.  The Brass Passes include a healthy donation to the local WWOZ radio station in the price.  This is the first year we’ve tried them and we’ll see how it all goes.

Anne hosted Happy Hour tennis (she drags a cooler out to the courts) for Denny’s birthday on Tuesday afternoon.  We had a nice group to celebrate.

In the evening trivia session, we got the fall of the Berlin Wall and Cyndi Lauper’s “Time after time” switched on our timeline and lost at the end.

I almost forgot to mention one of the more entertaining portions of the trivia experience.  Our “scribe” didn’t agree with the score that quizmaster Tom reported for our team.  He sat down at the computer with Tom and got things corrected – attention to detail!

The typical Wednesday morning run and yoga were executed by McD.  After that we made a productive trip to Trader Joes’.

In the early evening, we made the short drive down to Lafayette square to see River Eckert and his band perform in the free Wednesday night spring show series.

River had assembled an excellent band, including his dad, Jake, on guitar.

We left a bit before the end of the set to meet Denny and Anne to celebrate Denny’s birthday at Dolfy’s.  This is the new Basque restaurant and they did a great job of mirroring the food we had just experienced.  The pork dish was outstanding and the pintxos and appetizers also very good.

Thursday was day one of French Quarter Fest (FQF).  We made it down to the brand new park and the Pan Am stage just in time to see the very last of the Tin Men.  We set up in the spot with Randy, Amy, Jeanne, Larry, Brian and Lisa.  The park really is a very nice new space with expansive views of the river and downtown.

After setting up, we walked over to Jackson Square to check out the Nori Guys food offerings.  That was a mistake – the foot traffic getting over there was very busy and undisciplined – lots of bobbing and weaving.   Jackson Square was very busy – we got our sushi tacos, ate them, and headed back to the relative peace and quiet of the new parks.

When we returned, Muevelo, a Cuban salsa band was taking the stage.  Brian had advertised this as a potential highlight.

Muévelo, the Celia Cruz-inspired Cuban music dance band, was packed with ringers including Victor Campbell on piano, David Navarro on trumpet and vocals, Brent Rose on saxophone and Chris Butcher on trombone. Margie Perez was animated on lead vocals.

 

 

John Mooney and Bluesiana finished off our afternoon of music.  I had seen Mooney in a solo show at the Circle bar (sadly no longer with us) with Denny years ago.  I remember good blues music after an inordinate amount of time setting up and trying to perfect the sound in the tiny back room.  Set up was quick this time and Mooney demonstrated great slide work and feel on his guitar.

We heard a little bit of the Rebirth Brass Band on the Jack Daniels stage as we packed up and exited.

Friday at French Quarter Fest started out with Lulu and the Broadsides.  I really enjoy her song “Dear Rachel Carson” with the lyrics, “If we lose New Orleans, we lose everything.”

Such a big and powerful voice.

Diana and I split a soft shell crab po-boy from the Ajun Cajun tent and I snuck a spicy beef Mrs wheat’s meat pie into my pocket for dessert later.

After lunch, we walked over to the “Esplanade in the Shade” stage at the Jazz Museum to listen to the New Orleans legacy coalition, a group of next generation musicians who were rumoured to be joined by their fathers for some of the songs.  These are the next generation members – Omari Neville, River Eckert, Michael Mullins, Bradford Lewis, Austin Clements, Rodney Weber.  Cyril Neville, Jake Eckert and Mark Mullins all joined their sons for a couple of songs, with Cyril Neville paying a very nice tribute to River after “Tipitina.”

Here’s a local TV new segment about the coalition:

Legacy Coalition TV segment

There was a very strange transition from that wonderful group of musicians to some kind of rap/DJ set.  The area cleared out quickly.  We returned later to listen to the Riverbenders- a band led by Jack Eckert and Aaron Wilkinson (formerly of the Honey Island Swamp Band.)  I enjoyed this set very much – great musicians with a laid back sound.

Here are the Riverbenders live on WWOZ:

The River Benders on WWOZ

We had read about the dedication of an amazing new organ at the St Charles Presbyterian church and, after a brief refresh from French Quarter Fest, joined Kenny and Andrew there for the inaugural recital.

Here’s an article about the dedication:

Church Organ Dedication for St Charles Presbyterian

The performance was very technical and impressive and did nothing for me.  Would it have been too much to play something that folks might have recognized or something that really showcased the power of the organ rather than trying to see how many notes could be crammed into a measure?

I didn’t have a lot of time for reading this week, and we’ve heard plenty of music already.  Time to rest up for eight days of Jazzfest ahead.

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.

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: