Saturday, February 14, 2026
The French Connection
I had a work trip to New Orleans this week and we decided to also do some fun stuff. Not that work isn't fun, of course. That's why people do it, honestly.
Do you need me to tell you the French Quarter is vibrant and amazing? Not to mention the high rate of Larry Flynt's Hustler Club's per square foot.
This is Marie Laveau's grave. Well maybe. There's a very vibrant folk culture proliferating many other tales about her potential resting place. Sort of like the internet.
We popped into an antique store briefly and then one of the owners ended up spending a lot of time with us and I felt bad so I pretended I was photographing this $5000 fireplace screen because I wanted to go home and see how it might look in our living room, when in fact I am absolutely not buying this fireplace screen. Sorry, Carolyn.
Comic vandalism! What a creative place.
The art museum is small but nice. Like Linda Hunt, or so I am told.
I'm a sucker for a sculpture garden. Maybe I should build one in our two square feet of front yard.
The World War II Museum is huge, as evidenced by the fact that they can fit planes in there. Not the case with, say, your local Rotary Club.
This was from the WWII Museum and I swear to god we had one when I was a kid. I remember the cassette deck and squishy buttons like it was yesterday.
There were already some parades going on while we were there. They do sort of make you understand how Girls Gone Wild happened.
These are going to be my new words to live by.
