Tag Archives: City Views

  As I sat having a succulent lunch of creamy salt-tanged corn-battered fried oysters (accompanied by my niece Virginia, her handsome husband Steve and – let’s not forget our most important guest- a bean-laden Bloody Mary), feeling especially fortunate at having the daily opportunity to enjoy New Orleans cuisine and share it with others, I […]

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  • Cary Vaughn - Whoa. This lady knows how to hit ’em where it hurts (living successfully!).ReplyCancel

  • Angie Mobley - My goodness! What a story! Can’t say I shed a tear over the father-in-law’s fate…ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - Wow. And you know how to tell a story!ReplyCancel

  • Roxanne Jones - Yowza–what a story! Living well is, indeed, the best revenge!ReplyCancel

  • Roz Warren, Writer - Wait. There were beans in your Bloody Mary??ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - I always knew it was a colorful place but now ever more so. P.S. Guess we’ll have to come visit another time now that we know the real history!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - NOLA has the best stories, the best history — every place you go is just steeped in mystery or craziness or…. well, I love it for its quirks. That’s what makes NOLA NOLA, right?ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - I hope the food was as juicy as that story! WOW………….that is quite the history lesson!ReplyCancel

  • Mary La Fornara Gutierrez - Wow, what a story! I have always want to visit, but I have to say the stuff that goes on there scares me a bit!ReplyCancel

  • Carolyne Kauser-Abbott - Thansk for sharing that story there is a good book on her life: Intimate Enemies: The Two Worlds of the Baroness de PontalbaReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - Wow, what a story! You’re right, you could never make something like that up. One of these days I must visit NOLA!ReplyCancel

  • Carolann Iadarola - I’ve never been there, but I’d surely love to go! I’ll have to tell the hubby that needs to be our next trip. That’s so story! Sounds like a great place to dine!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I’ll lift my glass to this post. What a story! If I were more scholarly, I would write a biography. Oh, if you could spare some of those fried oysters, it would be lovely! I’m sharing this one!ReplyCancel

  • Eve Gaal - Great story but I can’t even imagine anyone asking whether they should order dessert in Nawlin’s. I mean come on- did you get overheated? What did you finally order? Bread pudding with whiskey sauce? Brandied Pecan pie? Cream filled eclairs? The thought of the decadence makes me want to pull out a pistola too, unless you tell us!ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - Well, that was quite a story!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Your stories are the best! It must be something in the water in NOLA!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Just when you think you’ve got it rough, something like this comes along and you realize your life is like a crème puff! How in the world does someone survive a point blank shot to the chest?! Especially back in those days. Geesh! The woman is my hero! If there isn’t a book with NOLA tales, YOU should write one!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - He must have shot her from an angle and just took the breast off. I don’t know? She must have brought her hand up to shield the shot and that’s how she lost the fingers. Whatever way it went down I’m glad she won!!! WOW!ReplyCancel

  • Abby - That’s quite a story! And a women with balls, we like that! Not to mention the yummy food:)ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - I LOVE histories! I have that exact picture as a puzzle. Wondered what it was. Now I know! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - Proving once and for all that it’s hard to keep a good woman down.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni AaMom - Scrumptious story!! 😀ReplyCancel

  Two weeks ago…   me: Ben… BEN! Don’t forget we have tickets to JazzFest and are meeting Beth.   Ben: Do we have to?   me: It was your idea!   Ben: Really?   me: Oh boy.   Ben: I only want to go with you.   me: Too late.   Ben: I don’t […]

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  • Carol Cassara - Ahh….marriage! LOLReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes- you either roll with the punches or it rolls over you. Hahaaaa.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Hahaha! I love it! Give him heck, Cheryl! xoReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - He’s honestly clueless to most of his inane conversation. I think he’s just burned-out by the end of the day, which is why I burn is dinner! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - OMG! Change the name Ben to Tim and this is a conversation I’ve had a million times in the last 8 years. There is comfort in knowing someone else has the same situation.ReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - HAHAHAHA, so funny and so trueReplyCancel

  • Kathleen - Men. Need I say more?ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Men. What else is there to say?ReplyCancel

  • Jhanis - Hahahahah! Torment! But the fun kind. Sometimes. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My eyeball muscles are very strong from rolling them so often.ReplyCancel

  • Alyson Shitastrophy Herzig - Why does this all sound sooo familiar;)ReplyCancel

When I first visited New Orleans, many years ago, I was struck by the the shear force this place has on one’s senses- the smells, the sights, the sounds, the flavors. I was like a kid in a candy store- “I’ll take one. No, make it two of each. Oh yea. I can handle it”.And now […]

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  • Patty at Home and Lifestyle Design - New Orleans can be overwhelming but I miss it. It is the most “alive” place I have ever been. There is an energy there that doesn’t exist anywhere else. Yes a bit crazy at times but never boring.
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    • A Pleasant House - Exactly! There is a buzz here that I’ve never felt anywhere else. The culture seems to be authentically inclusive- live and let live. You never know who’s coming for dinner, or when a party will just spontaneously pop-up! I’ve become a little spoiled- when I travel I have to remind myself that wherever I am- it’s not NOLA. Thanks for stopping by Patty!ReplyCancel

  • Walker Thornton - Makes me wish I were there!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - I really must get down there and see it for myself someday.ReplyCancel

  • Theresa Ledford - I got through reading an Anne Rice novel one day, called my friend Tena and said “Pack your bags, I’m tired of reading about New Orleans, I want to go. Oh, and we are going to eat everything”. So we packed up and left at night. We stayed in the French Quarter and I kissed an oyster shucker and sang Christmas carols in the middle of the road with two people I don’t know (It was February), had a totally incoherent conversation with a elderly street trumpet player, made a life long friend with a random woman on a boat, made friends with two bartenders I still keep in touch with, there is a vague memory of a red pool table on the night I wasn’t the designated taxi grabber, and we documented our entire trip in pictures of food that we ate around the clock (They will deliver food right up to your hotel room from most restaurants any time of day or night!). I want to go back. I want to live there actually. That one week was not enough. I get an ache when I read about it as though I’ve actually lost something that belongs to me, LOL. Thanks for the view from your balcony. I’m coming back, when I do I’ll look you up!ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - One of my favorite things to do is to sit on a New Orleans balcony, drink in hand and enjoy the view. And if I’m on a covered balcony, rain is a nice touch.ReplyCancel

* I am conducting a little experiment. On Monday’s I will be posting commentary on a Current Event of my choice by which I will proceed to rip someone a new poop hole. It may be fun. I might be sued. But I will always be entertaining.  So, welcome to… MONDAY MADNESS join the party! Here in […]

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  • William Kendall - A peculiar city. The founders never expected it would become a city, from what I hear… all they were interested in was a trading post.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I don’t see how that’s possible, as it is in a geographically protected bend on the largest and busiest river in the Northern Hemisphere, which leads to the Gulf. Only a Trading Post- nah, I don’t think so.ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - Might need a Pimm’s Cup when I get home. Cheers!ReplyCancel

  • mooggeek - I like to tell people; if you don’t like what your tax money is paying for, pretend you’re paying for something you like. Don’t like welfare? Then all of your taxes are going to the military. Don’t like your tax money paying for a war? Your money is paying for education. My tax money is paying for what’s left of NASA and whatever it takes to keep Cafe Du Monde and the community around it from slipping into the ocean so I can have beignets when I visit.ReplyCancel

  • Petra - Years ago I wouldn’t have…but by now I completely get it that one would stilll make the deliberate choice to live in a risk prone area/city/zone. And don’t they pay taxes as well?? I’d in any case love to see that city by myself one of these days (and of course taste that gumbo!), inwardly crossing my fingers that It’d go down discreetly and not add to the tourist-kind-of-natural-disaster….ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - The Natural Disasters I speak of are of the alcohol kind. People come here and get really sloppy. The Gumbo is fine.ReplyCancel

     Here in New Orleans there are many different kinds of housing, and people, and options.     There are cottages, and single family homes, doubles, triplexes, quadruples, apartments, condos, warehouses, and water flats.     The people that sleep in these places are just as diverse.     They are rich and poor, artists and bankers, […]

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  • afterthekidsleave.com - Love this! Seriously, if I could live in an RV and make my own urban homestead…I’d definitely go for it! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I agree, the mobile house with a porch and some chickens is brilliant! Now I know what to do when retirement day arrives. I will just go mobile like my phone. We have a plastic owl hanging in one of our trees to keep the birds away so they don’t dump on our driveway…it doesn’t always work. Some hawks circle above sometimes wanting to make little dog soup too. I need your neighbors fully-loaded for that.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Haaaa! Loved it! Those plastic owls aren’t fooling anyone of the feather species. However, they generally scare the crap out of me as I unsuspectingly walk along. I LOVE New Orleans (disclaimer: not in the summer!)and have family there. The peeps are hugely diverse but your neighbor takes the cake. Seriously, you have to laugh or you will cry. Cock-a-doodle-doo to you, my new cyber blogging friend – awesome post!ReplyCancel

  • Jean - I have always wanted to visit and now that desire has been renewed. We are moving, I wish I would have known about this RV idea prior. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • enchantedseashells.com - Hub has been in the south near your area for the past 6 weeks and can’t wait to get out of the heat and humidity!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Oh yea- it’s Hot & Humid in the summer, but the other 8 months of the year are HEAVENLY! ‘ll go up on The Fly and wave to him for you!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Sooner or later the hawk shall have his day!ReplyCancel

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