Roads America 2011: Revisited


See also: Photographs (posted 11/7/11) 


New Orleans, LA

“How long have you worked here?”

“Thirty-nine years.”

-Bartender at Pat O’Briens


“Can’t believe you’re leaving so soon. We didn’t have much time to talk with one another. …You  know, we’re always looking for kind, good people to work here. Young people–creative people– like yourself seem to really like it. You’d have a place to live and time to write. …You’re always welcome.”

-Dennis, owner of the St. Charles Guest House

June 2011

See also: Into Louisiana (posted 6/15/11) & New Orleans, LA (posted 6/17/11)

New Orleans, LA

Rode the streetcar into the French Quarter and passed by a couple of business men in their cream-colored suits and Panama hats. Took a short walk down Pirate`s Alley where the only pirate was asleep in a chair. Then turned the corner to Jackson Square for some breakfast at Stanley`s and from the window I watched a marching band play by. A carriage holding a bride, a mother, and two bridesmaids followed behind. The artists and the silver man all came in for a closer look of the bride and her party who were dressed in taupe– the mother sporting a matching top hat. The guests, in bright colors and big hats fit for the derby, cheered the wedding party on, and they were all in the church before the bells went off at noon. The artists and silver man went back to their posts, and the street musicians took over with “When the Saints Go Marching In.”

Into Louisiana

In Texas the tires start to slough off the cars, the southern accents and palmetto bugs make an appearance, and the trees are light with leaves. In Louisiana the tires have been shredded and their shrapnel covers the road, the southern accents and palmetto bugs flow steadily, and the trees are thick with green dripping from the top to bottom. I`ve never been anywhere like it. It`s amazing.