Yes. It's Perfect. Yes, It's sick. Yes, I was born here. But the grass is always greener, and I love New Orleans. Sure is warmer.
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My husband Billy's book.
This blog began as a place to present a range of pictures, normal-ish to bizarre, of New Orleans, post-Katrina. Now, it contains more elements of my life and art. Comments and pictures from the long lasting aftershocks of the storm will crop up from time to time. If you want to view post-Katrina photos, see the earliest archives.
Down In New Orleans
My husband Billy's book.
Links
- Nola Femmes
- Imperfectly Vertical
- Humid City
- Nola Rising
- Down in Nola at University of Cali Press
- Cursed Tea
- People Get Ready
- Felicity Street Redevelopment Project
- Preservation Resource Center NOLA
- New Orleans Truth
- Confederacy of Dunces
- Slimbolala
- Animamundi
- Kittee's Journal
- Think Nola
- Helen Hill
- Ideas for Donations for NOLA Community
- Charlotte
- Off Center Media
About Me
Blog Archive
- ► 2007 (128)
2 comments:
When in Hancock, Maine many years ago, we stopped at a gas station. I pumped the gas and listened to the voices. I didn't get anything. I went inside to pay and didn't understand anything that people were talking about. Where were we? Down East!
We stayed at a French owned chalet style inn. We made the big mistake of dining in one night. Wine pours were miniscule and I wasn't even a certified wino then. Extra bread? Sure! It was reflected in the inflated tab. I bitched and it got us a somewhat better pour.
But the coast is mystical. That's what we loved and the blueberry pancakes.
Yeah, you were Downeast. People are wee bit curmudgeonly "down" there. Also, Maine only just started catching n to the wine thing recently. It's getting better. Dunkin' Donuts dark roast coffee started it, then people all switched from instant...typical of most small towns, you know?
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