Submission accomplished
Just back from Truckin’ down on Bourbon Street, and if you haven’t been to New Orleans (The Big Easy, The Crescent City, Nawlins, etc.) it is big time fun. The French Quarter is a hoot — kind of the illegitimate child of Greenwich Village and Amsterdam. I don’t think the locals have ever taken themselves too seriously, and they definitely don’t after Katrina. My favorite T-shirts:
Katrina Evacuation Plan — Run Bitch Run!
FEMA — Fix Everything My Ass
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was broke
My company, United Beach Vacations (www.unitedbeachvacations.com), was one of a few hundred attending a conference of the Vacation Rental Managers Association (VRMA). We were joined by fate with a convention of 13,000 police chiefs, and you couldn’t swing a cat without hitting a member of NOPD, which was on foot, in cars, on horseback, and in helicopters protecting their brethren. Needless to say, we were in safe hands even in the drunken stupor that is Bourbon Street. And did I mention the food? Oh my goodness. If I could I would eat at the Acme Oyster Company every day and listen to live jazz every night. I began re-reading A Confederacy of Dunces last night after asking every hot dog vendor in the French Quarter if they knew Ignatius J. Reilly (not only did they know him, they could converse on several levels about the book).
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New Orleans is definitely one of my favorite towns. We haven’t been there since the spring before Katrina but we have vowed to go back soon. As for Ignatius J. Reilly, I haven’t read that book since high school so I’m a little fuzzy on the details. Current chaos does not procure ample time for pleasure reading but I would like very much to go through that story once more as an adult. It can only get better.
I need to read that again too! It’s on the bookshelf and I’ve been staring at it lately.
I have been reading some Walker Percy recently — He was the established author to whom Toole’s mother turned after her son killed herself, when she discovered the manuscript, cached away cliche-like in Toole’s top drawer, finished but unread.
I think Percy’s slim novel The Moviegoer is one of the greats.