Keith Robertson

“Happy Birthday to Kara”

Diana had a typical Monday – pickling and working out with Sandi.  I had some quiet time learning a new piano song and starting a couple of new books.

I watched a TV show set in the 80s in the evening and was transported right back to high school by the music – Ultravox, Visage and Kim Carnes.

I had the closed captions on and was shocked to realize that I had a lyric to “Bette David Eyes” completely wrong in an entertaining way.  I always heard it as “All the boys, they think she’s a spaz,” but the correct one is “All the boys, they think she’s a spy.”  The things you figure out 45 years later!

Having started down the rabbit hole, here’s a wonderful live version from the Crash Test Dummies (another blast from long ago,) albeit with an incorrect spelling of her first name.

Here’s the original 1975 version, written by Jackie DeShannon after watching the 1942 film, “Now, Voyager”, starring Bette Davis.  What a different feel this version has.

Ok, I’m back above ground again – back to the regular blog flow.

The morning weather on Tuesday was conducive to a walk and so I took my newspaper down to French Truck coffee and had a relaxing time reading and watching the Magazine Street characters come and go.

Returning home, it still wasn’t unbearably hot yet, and so I gave the red brick steps and front area a second “Wet it and forget it” treatment.  I think I’m still going to have to do a bit of pressure washing to finish things off next week, after the end of week rainstorms pass.

Getting in the home maintenance swing, I got out the drain snake and cleaned out the bedroom shower and sink drains – all seems good now.

Just as that equipment was returned to the three car garage (small storage shed in the backyard), the termite guy showed up for our annual inspection.  They tell me that the treatment we received in 2023 should last ten years, and he didn’t see any evidence of anything concerning.

Diana did have a medal to show for her efforts on returning from pickleball.  Third place with a new partner to finish out the Tuesday series:

The early arrival of Curtis the termite dude meant that we now had a free slot in the afternoon to get our COVID and Flu shots.  Diana did not find those shots pain free.  She went first and was quite disturbed to see the needle length as I got mine.  Of course I pretended that I hadn’t felt a thing.

I think it was on Tuesday when I heard, “I will tell you that this cinnamon roll was exceptional!”  This was Diana talking about the treat from Bywater Bakery that she had just finished.  “Why would you say that?”  “It was super moist, had tons of cinnamon, and amazing icing.”  Those are not my thing – too sweet – so I can’t comment.

How did we do at trivia on Tuesday evening?  Well…both Bill and I were present, and we added Nic and Aidan to the mix – so we should have had no trouble.  That was not the case – going into the final question we were in 4th (last) place.  It was critical that we answer correctly and looked like we should bet the maximum 20 points.

The challenge was to put these four “parade” items in chronological order from earliest to most recent:

• Parade magazine first published
• Easter Parade, starring Judy Garland and Fred Astaire released
• First Macy’s Thanksgiving parade
• Don’t Rain on My Parade from Funny Girl released

Scribe Kenny did a great job of facilitating our “discussion” about whether Parade magazine or Macy’s parade came first – we were confident about the other two.  Our final answer, with a 20 point wager:

1. First Macy’s Thanksgiving parade  (1924)
2. Parade magazine first published  (1941)
3. Easter Parade starring Judy Garland and Fred Astaire released (1948)
4. Don’t Rain on My Parade from Funny Girl released (1968)

We were correct and leapfrogged from last place to first by a good margin.  To be fair, those were tough for the younger teams.

Diana was busy making throws for Shainey’s Cleo Mardi Gras ride – 24 repurposed necklaces while I was gone at trivia.  Impressive!

I should mention one stellar question from Bill.  It was a question about advertising many years ago – “What had the slogan, Nooks and Crannies?” Bill piped right up with Thomas’ English muffins.  Nobody else at the table had ever heard of it, leaving Bill incredulous.  He was the only person in the building that knew this.  I’d never heard of it and then it shows up on TV right afterwards.

Nic had a great contribution also – Mel Blanc as the voice of Bugs Bunny.

Diana started Wednesday with yoga (outside, maybe for one of the last times this year.)

Colleen came by with a couple of her daughter, Isabel’s, friends from the Netherlands.  They were in town for some kind of water conference and Colleen was showing them around.  They had seen her brother, Hugh’s, house across the street and stopped to say hello to us.  I was telling them that I spend a lot of time in Amersfoort when we had a data center there.  Colleen thought I was messing around as Hugh had just told them about a 3D printing business that he had there.

We made an afternoon visit to the skeleton house (State and St Charles) mid afternoon.  Dolly Parton was a big new feature to the other hundreds of skeletons and punny names:

Shainey, Bill, Robin and Aidan joined us to review the bony display.  We migrated from there to Happy Hour at Chais Delachaise.  The usual half price treats- sliders, mussels, and frites were ordered up to match the half price wines.  Nic joined and a very good time was had by all:

Dee and Colleen both had birthdays on Thursday, Dee with a special milestone:

I watched a new movie, “The Last First, Winter K2” on Friday.  This is about an attempt to be the first climbers to summit K2 in winter.  It’s the last of the 14 mountains over 8,000 feet that hasn’t been climbed in winter. Egos and politics enter the fray and things don’t end well for everyone.

We took Kara for a belated birthday celebration at the Bouligny Tavern on Saturday night (it’s one of her favourites.)

The crab claws, hush puppies and meat and cheese plate were all quite yummy.

Kara opened her gifts, based around the “London Calling” candle that I found in the Marquee monster art show in Asheville.

The girls joined up with Laura and Libby and enjoyed some of the “Art for Art’s sake” event on Magazine Street.

This song is in my head whenever I hear that event advertised.

Entertainingly, they ended up at the Bulldog bar – the place where we go after a big trivia win.  I think the girls must have been missing their husbands – all in Bay St. Louis except me, lovingly staying home to make sure Diana survived all the rain and flooding forecast for the weekend.

My first book this week was “Good People” by Patmeena Sabit .  The approach is quite unique – each chapter giving an opinion on happenings from the perspective of family members, teachers, the principal, investigators, and friends.  I was starting to doubt the accuracy of these reviews until I reached around page 100 and everything started to come together and the excitement grew.

“A thrilling tour de force of a novel. I’ll be recommending this book to everyone.”—ANN PATCHETT

“ONE OF THE NEW YORKER’S BEST BOOKS OF 2026 SO FAR • LONGLISTED FOR THE GILLER PRIZE”

Here’s an online summary:

“The Sharaf family is the picture of success. Prosperous, rich, happy. They came to this country as refugees with nothing more than the clothes on their backs. And now, after years of hard work, they live in the most exclusive neighborhood, their growing family attending the most prestigious schools. Zorah, the eldest daughter, is the apple of her father’s eye.

When an unthinkable tragedy strikes, everyone is left reeling. There is talk that behind closed doors the Sharafs’ happy household was anything but. Did the Sharaf family achieve the American dream? Or was the image of the model immigrant family just a façade?

Like a literary game of ping-pong, Good People compels the reader to reconsider what might have happened even on the previous page. It’s a riveting, provocative story of family—sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, and the communities that claim us as family in difficult times.”

I started “This is Happiness” by Niall Williams when I thought I might abandon “Good People.”  This is set in a small Irish town and I really enjoyed the descriptions that seemed typically Irish and not something you typically come across.

Here’s an online summary:

“Change is coming to Faha, a small Irish parish that hasn’t changed in a thousand years.

I watched a show where Lady Gaga picked the ten (or more, I think ultimately fifteen) songs that had shaped her career.  This one was an interesting choice:

I thought the show was really well done.  It’s a Rolling Stone interview series that you can find on YouTube.

This song has one of the more impassioned vocals that I’ve heard:

This is a great live recording of LaFave’s cover of the 1966 original by the baroque pop band, The Left Banke.

Back to the high school music rabbit hole, finishing up like I started on Monday, this one by a different Kim was in heavy rotation when I was listening to those other three:

Interestingly the lyrics were written by her father, with music composed by her brother on a Wasp synthesizer.  If you are so inclined, here’s some super geeky information about that synth from the 70s:

Bill turned me on to this excellent group:

Another unique Icelandic musical export.

I love the tone and sound from Melissa on this.  Very reminiscent of Ben Webster.

“Oscar Rossignoli”

This was a quiet, relaxed and “chill” week.  Just what we needed after a couple of weeks of travel.

Diana had all the usual pickleball activities.

After being in last place for two weeks, the Bayou Boys trivia team had a resounding first place win.  What was different?  Well…I was traveling for the two weeks.  And we added Bill to the team this week.  You can decide for yourselves what impact those things had on success.  Bill did contribute solid answers for a few questions.  He has certainly been invited back.

Diana was pretty busy on Wednesday.   She had a very quick change after pickleball before meeting Kara (and it turns out Kenny also) at Sunnie’s on Freret Street.   I had to hustle to be ready to drive her over to sip and eat by the Sunnie’s pool.

I had a conversation with Philly Tim mid-week and he was telling me that he was in hospital for a test to make sure cancer hadn’t returned.  It took a while and Dee came across a wall display about the therapy/companion dogs that visit people in hospital.  She found one that said, “My name is Timothy Patrick, but you can call me Timmy.”  How perfect is that.  Dee said, “I’ve got to share this with Keith.”  I’ve been calling our Timothy Patrick “Timmy” for close to 20 years now.

Kenny got a letter to the editor published in the local Times Picayune newspaper.  He was reacting to someone who appears to have been misinformed/missed the point.  Well said, Kenny!  My friend is a “published author.”

Friday, September 25th, 9/25, “Nine to Five” was “Dolly Day” in New Orleans.  The Krewe of Dolly, including our friend, Debra, paraded through the Quarter, ending at the Jazz Museum where the mayor declared “Dolly Day.”  Some pictures from Bill, who braved Bourbon Street.

The Dollys had an after party at Blue Nile and then an after-after party at the just re-opened Hi-Ho Lounge on St Claude Avenue.  I was happy to think of all those hundreds of people buying drinks at the Hi-Ho to help get it started.  I’ve passed a few great evenings in there listening to live music.

I invited Diana to brunch at Atchafalaya on Saturday.  I had seen somewhere that the Desert Nudes were going to be providing the musical accompaniment and I really enjoy their repertoire and harmonies.  We had a tough experience with our waiter the last time we dined here, and I was really hoping this would be a different feel.

Things were very different.  All of the staff were happy and friendly, and our waiter was very good.  The food was wonderful – check out the specials list:

I like that they call out the “Musical Guest.”  Diana couldn’t resist the soft shell crab BLT – crab and bacon being two of her favourites.

It was a great dish – Texas toast topped with lettuce, tomato, bacon, soft shell crab, poached egg and hollandaise sauce.

I love a good migas or huevos rancheros breakfast, and so I was happy to see the latter on the menu.  These were some of the best that I’ve had – the pulled pork so juicy and flavorful.

The bill came with a clever postcard – Atchafalaya in the unusual snow storm.

I’m glad we gave this place a second chance, it’s one of the tastiest and most pleasant brunches that I’ve enjoyed in a while.  We’ll be back soon.

Diana suggested that we could listen to the free music at the Kingpin on Saturday afternoon.

We invited Nic and Sandi to join us.  The music wasn’t wonderful and it provided a pleasant background to a good catch up chat that I had with Nic.  He was in Omaha last weekend for his son’s wedding and had some stories to tell.  And some lovely pictures to share.

Shanie and Bill were not able to join us at the Kingpin due to a conflict with showing Bill’s cousin, Robin, and boyfriend, Aidan, around.  One of the two texted asking, “Where’s the after party?”  Problem easily solved with a Theo’s pizza order to our home.

We had all six over for a couple of hours – watching LSU beat up on the Aggies, talking about pickleball at high volume on the porch, revisiting the guy who thinks the timing of Bill’s jokes is poor, discussing “wheesht”, on a pillow on our sofa with Aidan, who says his dad used that all the time growing up in Ireland.  All of that made for a fun evening and meeting a great new couple.

Sunday began with a drive over to the Bywater Bakery for a free concert. Shanie, Bill, Robin and Aidan met us there to listen to John Boutte perform.  What a highlight of the week.  As we were unloading chairs and stuff from the car, I saw and heard Oscan Rossignoli playing on the “piano in a truck.”  I know you’ve heard me comment about him before, and he really is a piano genius – particularly with jazz classics.  John Boutte is a New Orleans treasure with an angelic voice.  What a great way to start out a Sunday?

Part of enjoying music is the vicarious energy of somebody else enjoying it too.  Robin provided that, lighting up as soon as Boutte and krewe started up.  She sings in a jazz band and this was certainly her jam.  The vibe at Bywater bakery is always great – an eclectic group of happy people.

Things finished up at 1pm with “Treme”, the theme song that Boutte composed for the HBO show.  Here are two versions – K’s static and D’s roaming among the musicians – I’m not sure why I’m even showing mine.

Our fancy friends needed to leave to attend a Saints pre-game party, and we hung out until the end, enjoying some of the croissants and stuff that Diana kindly stood in line to purchase.

We’re a bit more than halfway through the Saints game and they are looking solid.

I’ve almost finished “Degas at the Gas Station” by Thomas Beller and it has been a good journey.  This is a collection of short stories that are loosely connected and I’ve found most of them quite enjoyable.

The author talking about the stories:

“Many of these essays recount confrontations or predicaments that a more cautious person would have avoided. They were written over a period of time during which I got married, and we had a child, and then had another. Concurrent to these events, I moved from New York City to New Orleans, with a pit stop in rural Virginia. All of it normal enough on the face of it, yet within each one of these episodes, I found my way to the sort of Clouseau-esque fiascos one usually dodges with a little foresight—again, not a strong attribute in a kid who may have liked to walk backward.”

From the “Kinks at the Garden” story:

“I hadn’t yet connected with the wistful, bitter, and very English flavor of Ray Davies’s songs, such as “Celluloid Heroes,” “Waterloo Sunset,” and on and on. The Kinks, for us, at this point, were “Low Budget,” “Catch Me Now I’m Falling,” “Destroyer,” and “Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-la.”

And I have a Soundwaves art piece of “Waterloo Sunset”, signed by Ray Davies, in my direct sight line as I write this.  Thanks, Diana!

Speaking about the joy of the strip mall Vietnamese places on the “West Bank:”

About the ease of parking in New Orleans and the “encroachment” wind up:

“At some point we will be back in New Orleans, where parking also elicits strong emotions, if for a very different reason: Everywhere you go, you can find parking. If you go to a restaurant, you drive your car and park. Sometimes right in front! Maybe you have to park a block away. On the other hand, people in New Orleans get very jumpy if you encroach on, or even just crowd, their driveway space. I respect this neurosis, because parking engenders a kind of insanity, as do cars in general.”

Finally, a small quote about Katrina evacuation:

“Ten minutes later it was established that I could not in fact help her turn off the headlights—no matter what button was pushed. She was also from New Orleans, “Old Metairie,” she explained when I asked what neighborhood. That’s the place that elected David Duke. Her husband was back there, in their house, she said. It had started taking on water. We commiserated about the city, the storm, and I marveled at the sleek and powerful curve of the new car’s body. But what would all that power and elegance mean if the battery was dead? “

I have many more highlights, but you can tell how much I enjoyed this one.

I heard this song from the Jayhawks wonderful new album, and couldn’t help but think how much they sounded like Crowded House.  That’s a good thing!

What do you think – sound anything like this?:

Oscar’s latest single:

“Variety Week”

Monday was typical for McD – lot of pickling and a workout.

Tuesday was haircut day for me.  That was followed by a trip to Trader Joe’s.  I texted Finn this picture from the checkout line.

He replied that you feel less guilty consuming them because they are “Teeny Tiny.”

We did very well at trivia in the evening, albeit with a couple of disruptive team members – I won’t name names this time around.  I didn’t think we were confident enough on the last question – put four forts in order from furthest north to most southerly.  The group consensus was to wager the full 20 points.  A wise decision as we were the only team to have it correct, winning by a margin of over 40 points – maybe our strongest win yet.

Interestingly, we could have won by an even bigger margin.  I was relatively sure that the answer to, “Which artist has the most cumulative weeks on the Hot 100 music chart?”, was Mariah Carey.  I had heard it somewhere pretty recently.  The group was more comfortable with Michael Jackson.  Mariah was correct – I should have been more vocal, but wasn’t completely sure.

Similarly, Thom was sure of the answer to, “In what state of matter does 99% of the visible universe exist?”  He pushed for plasma, saying that’s what made all the stars glow.  Denny and I had not heard of a new entry to the “Solid, Liquid, Gas” family and so pushed for Gas.  Kenny did ask “Are we sure we want to ignore the answer from the only one of us with a PhD?”  We did and were wrong – sorry Thom.

My final trivia story – there’s a question type called a “mashup” that involves putting two things together in a single phrase.  Alex and Pepperoni have been good at that in the past and we commented that we were going to miss them both for that question.  Our scribe became a big indignant, sharing that he had successfully guessed several in the past also.  “The Legend of Zelda Fitzgerald” was a nice demonstration of the scribe pulling from a few team members to arrive at the correct “mashup.”

Diana started her Wednesday with yoga (inside for the first time in a while) and pickleball.  She then made a quick change before we joined the KKs for Happy Hour at Cafe Degas.  Kara had suggested that we meet there prior to a talk we planned to attend at the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA).

We shared some of the usual favourites – escargots, meat and cheese platter, fries with aioli, and ravioli.  Then we added in a new twist – a dessert called “île flottante”, meaning floating island.  Have you had it before?  I believe this is my first introduction and it was quite delicious.

A floating island of soft meringue sits atop crème anglaise.  The meringue is quite different than the typical kind used in a pavlova, for example.  The pavlova is crispy on the outside and chewy inside.  The “island” type is soft and served at room temperature rather than hot.

Our talk at NOMA was part of the “Elders Sacred Talk Series” and featured Jackie Harris and Deacon John.  It was quite similar to the talk we attended at the Jazz and Heritage Center a few weeks ago – also featuring a celebration of Germaine Bazzle.  There was no music at the NOMA event – just conversation, and I think it would have benefited from a small band playing a few songs with Deacon John or at least some videos that he could react to.

Both participants answered the questions well and I thoroughly enjoyed the time.

We took advantage of another library culture pass on Thursday.  This time for the Pontchartrain Conservancy Lighthouse.  Established as a lighthouse in 1839, all but destroyed by Katrina, the building now stands tall and proud.

We were fortunate to get a private guided tour (the only two folks there) that gave us a whole new understanding and education about the history of New Orleans and Lake Pontchartrain.

The old lighthouse lens was interesting – a Fresnel type.

There is a weather camera at the top of the lighthouse that often provides footage for the news – particularly if waves are crashing off the sea wall.

I surprised Diana with a visit to the nearby Desi Vega’s Steak Burgers.  Lindsey was a wonderful bartender/waitress.  Can you believe what was showing on the TV?  As if we didn’t have enough pickleball on our schedule.

We both enjoyed the burger that we shared and Diana particularly enjoyed the tater tots.

While Diana was getting her hair done on Friday, Kenny picked me up and drove me over to Rocky and Carlo’s restaurant in Chalmette.  This is as far as I have driven for a meal in a long time – the better part of 30 minutes after waiting on a train and the raising/lowering of the canal bridge.

Trey met us at the place which specializes in large portions of Italian classics (veal and eggplant parm, stuffed peppers and the like) and po’boys.  Trey was as unfiltered and entertaining as ever.   I had the eggplant parm – didn’t really care for it but did enjoy the “side” of mac ‘n cheese  that provided 3 or 4 left over meals.

The boys went to Bruno’s to watch football on Saturday afternoon and recruited our local food writer, Ian McNulty, to join their group.

Meanwhile, we headed to Nic and Sandi’s to celebrate her birthday.  Nic loves Italian cooking and had been at it all day.  All kinds of yummy meats had been bubbling away in his red sauce.  There were six couples at the dinner party, all with some pickleball connection:  Bill and Shanie, Ken and Rachel, John and Beth, and Laurie and Michael.  There were two couples I didn’t know and it was fun to chat with Ken and discover that he likes all the same music and food as I do and retired to New Orleans three years ago for all the same reasons that we did.

Nic sent us home with plenty of leftovers.  What a lovely evening.

We both had early starts on Sunday morning.  I was out the door at 7:25am for a pickup by Kenny and Diana had 8:30am tennis.  Kenny and I met Chris Peet at Stanley for breakfast.  This is a famous French Quarter breakfast place, right on Jackson Square,  that closes for good on Labor Day (Monday).

Diana and I had planned to meet Chris there a few weeks ago and then he had a conflict, and so he suggested that we go before it closed.  Kenny and I spotted him and the Love trike from down the street.

I’m glad we made the effort to visit Stanley one last time.  The food and company were very good.  Kenny even got to take a spin on the Love trike.

The rest of the day was spent watching US Open tennis and football.  I’m so glad to have football (college this week and NFL next week) back.

I finally finished up Villa Coco this week.  It really was a bit of a slog, interrupted occasionally by some very funny pieces.  I really wouldn’t recommend this one.

Here’s an example of some of the writing that made me smile:

“He removed his hat as one removes the lid from a pot, then smiled to all of us as if sure we were admiring the single blond lock that clung to his otherwise bald forehead like a price sticker to a melon.”

An interesting comparison of America and Italy:

“What Americans know of Italy is a confection of movies and food; for expedience’s sake, restaurants and filmmakers have grafted Naples to Sicily, Rome to Florence, creating a Frankenstein’s monster of pasta and accordions and Leonardo and cheese. In fact, the nation is much younger than America itself; unification was achieved only in the time of Dickens. It is the opposite of America: not a colonizer’s canvas cut into political states but ancient kingdoms brought together into one nation. And so the passage from Tuscany into Emilia-Romagna was not like that from South into North Carolina, which, no matter how Americans may squabble, is hardly to be noticed, but more like the passage from Spain to Morocco (one I made in my later travels). There was a change of landscape, of culture, of history, of language, and, of course, of cuisine.”

Clorinda loved to buy a raft of Christmas panettones to distribute amongst friends and family:

“A bakery displayed domes of Christmas panettone in dark blue paper and plain pandoro wrapped in clear plastic, ready to be shaken with powdered sugar, and some other cake labeled Focaccia Natale that looked nothing like what we had eaten in Recco.”

Funny but true:

“She took the cane in one hand. “You are still thinking of America?” “I have a ticket.” She was saying: “We both know what would become of you.” I snapped to attention. “And what is that?” “You would go back to old habits,” she told me, tapping one of my slippers with the tip of her cane. “Such as?” “You would start thinking again that literature began with Hemingway and art with Warhol. That the fate of the world depends upon your presidential election. That a proper dinner conversation is to discuss your favorite television shows. Like every American, you would lose—””

A new artist for me that I’ve been enjoying this week:

The new Jayhawks album continues to get a lot of play:

“New Friends and Joe Krown”

We had the typical Monday early start for the 8am pickling session.  Shortly after that Daniel, our appliance repair guy, and his son showed up to look at our dishwasher, washer and dryer.  The dishwasher was deemed not worth messing with – too old and too difficult and costly to fix.  It’s fine – we use it rarely anyway and I’m going to try one more full reboot before giving up.  The washer needs a part that has been ordered and we need a chimney sweep for the dryer vent.  Such joy!

I got to sleep in on Tuesday as the pickling didn’t commence until 11am.  That was followed by lunch at Porgy’s on the way to run some errands in Metairie.  This was Diana’s first visit and she really enjoyed the food, service and vibe of the place.  We had ceviche, a Thai style gulf fish ceviche tostada, and a special shrimp burger – all delicious.  Even the rose prosecco was pleasing to McD.  I think she’ll be looking to return soon.

Well sated with incredibly fresh seafood, we headed over to Metairie to make some returns at Target and for me to shop for a couple of shirts for upcoming travels.

We were home in time for me to rehearse for trivia with an episode of Jeopardy.  The news of Dolly Parton’s passing broke and so I did a little trivia preparation for questions about her.  We didn’t get any but Tom, quiz master, told a story about his first day as a radio DJ and the first song he ever introduced – 9 to 5 by Dolly.  Here’s a cartoon from the paper of Dolly’s note at half mast.

Our friend, Debra, is in the Krewe of Dolly and we’re waiting to hear when they’ll have a second line celebration.

My Jeopardy prep paid off – there was a question about which movie poster contained the three words, “Why so serious?”  That was on the episode I watched and so I was able to state confidently that the answer was 100% surely “The Dark Knight.”  I knew a lot more of the answers than usual – just the luck of the draw.  I was most proud of “Which Shakespeare play has the phrase – something wicked this way comes?”  Obviously “Macbeth.”

The Enid – the Shakespeare clue brought them back to me.  A wonderful concert at the tiny theater above the Playhouse when I was at university in Edinburgh.

Apologies for that diversion.  Would you like to hear about the final trivia question?  I thought you most likely would.  It was one of those add up the numbers and come within 5 of the total.  The four numbers were:

Procida is a new restaurant that opened a week ago on Wednesday.  We read the review in the paper and decided it was perfect for Diana.  What do you think?

Here’s the review from the paper:

procida ian mcnulty review

We drove over to the Marigny and found the lovely new restaurant.  Open exactly a week total.  The green haired hostess did not give a good first impression – surly and pecking away on her iPad like an airline ticket agent.  Thankfully everything after her was much better.  It wasn’t just us – I watched her repeat the performance for every group that came in – maybe not the ideal job match?  Here’s the menu – so many good choices – what would you have gone with?

We opted to start with the Sicilian arancina and the smoked swordfish carpaccio.  Both great and the swordfish was just delicious.  Off to a great start.

Diana had the bucatini and I chose the anolini.  Again, both were delicious and very different.  The bucatini aglio e olio was finished with pangrattato, the tiny breadcrumbs fried in olive oil that make a crunchy contrast to the crab and the noodle.  I thought it was a great dish.  The anolini had fried zucchini, smoked scamorza cheese and lemon.  I had not heard of scamorza cheese – apparently the smoky, denser cousin of mozarella.  I just had some leftovers and the lemon flavour really came through.

Dessert time?  Diana had mentioned tiramisu for a few days and was ready to jump in.

This was a very traditional tiramisu and I loved it.  Procida will do very well after they get rid of the green haired hostess – the food, space and vibe are all very good.

I rewatched a few episodes of “Shrinking” on Wednesday evening.  Just as good the second time around.  I saw some framed record albums in Jimmy’s house and wondered what two of them were – I knew the Lou Reed one.  The beauty of AI – a 10 second search and I had the answer.  I’m a pretty big Pink Floyd album and have never seen that Syd Barret album.

Thursday was two pickling sessions for Diana and reading, music and admin for me.

We met a couple of Diana’s pickling girlfriends and husbands on Friday evening – Sandi, Nic, Shanie and Bill.  We started off at the Rusty Nail, migrated across the street to Plates for s dinner of Spanish tapas, and then retired to Bill and Shanie’s flat for stories.  I had a great time and enjoyed the new friends very much.

We had planned on sitting outside at the Kingpin to listen to this music on Saturday afternoon:

We ventured out to Martin to get a bottle of wine for our neighbor, Tony’s, birthday and decided that it was way too humid to sit outside.  Those that braved the heat reported that this was a great show.

Kenny and Kara joined us on the porch after dinner for a while and we had an enjoyable visit as Tony’s birthday party would down next door.

Denny and Anne stayed in NYC for an extra night and Kenny had a tennis match, so we invited the new pickling friends to join us to listen to Joe Krown at the Old Point in Algiers on Sunday afternoon.  Diana and I enjoyed brunch at Maya’s before picking up Sandi and Nic for the drive across the Mississippi.

I really enjoyed the scene at the Old Point – a good crowd with us for once finding ourselves on the younger end of the gene pool.  Joe Krown played as effortlessly as ever.

Kenny joined us on the porch to close out a very pleasant day.

I haven’t completely finished “Villa Coco” by Andrew Sean Greer yet.  It certainly doesn’t move at the pace of the wonderful “Less.”  Hopefully it will pick up in the later sections.

I was glad to see Cyril Neville awarded a “Guardian of the Groove” from our wonderful local radio station, WWOZ.

It’s a small list of honorees – Marcia Ball has one.  How about this song from Cyril and Joe:

I haven’t heard anything that good in a long time.

The excellent and underappreciated band, the Jayhawks, have a new album out – always a treat:

“Musical Elders”

Diana started Monday as usual with pickling.  Then a new feature, regular workouts with Sandi at Franco’s gym – seem to be going well.  That was followed by more pickling and then a quick shower/change before our evening activity.  We drove over to the Jazz and Heritage Center, straddling the boundary of the French Quarter and Treme.

Here’s the description from the Jazz and Heritage Foundation:

Herlin Riley is New Orleans musical royalty.  His resume is very long and very impressive, having helped Wynton Marsalis establish the Jazz at Lincoln Center orchestra, and playing with Ahmad Jamal for many years.

Some details on Riley’s accomplishments:

Herlin Riley bio

Riley interviewed the pianist, Lawrence Cotton (right), who was quick to let everyone know that he would be 100 in 6 months.  Wow.

The band played a couple of tunes before the interview with Germaine Bazzle took place.  Anytime that I can see Herlin Riley and Oscar Rossignoli playing together, I’m there.  Oscar seems to get more impressive every time.

The emcee’s didn’t have to work as hard in their conversation with Germaine Bazzle – she’s only 94.  And then they gave her a microphone – amazing.

I’m really glad we took the time to attend this show.

I heard quite a bit of chatter during the week about beeping from the dishwasher.  It’s frustrating because I can’t hear it.  It’s a Maytag and I assume they didn’t think old people would ever need to hear their alarm beeps and put them at a suitably high frequency to miss me.  Don’t worry – a repair guy is coming tomorrow.

We watched a movie called “Don’t Say Good Luck” on Monday evening – the benefit of a 5:30pm start on the Legends show.  Diana thanked me for picking another tear jerker – I really didn’t know, it was at the top of the Netflix new list.  Adam Sandler’s daughter stars as a theater-kid navigating performing in the big school play while also supporting her mother in fighting cancer.

“Mothers and Sons is a 2025 novel by Adam Haslett. It explores the long estrangement between a 40-year-old New York City asylum lawyer named Peter and his mother, Ann, who runs a women’s retreat in Vermont. As Peter handles a compelling new asylum case, past trauma and a 20-year-old act of violence force both mother and son to confront the secrets that drove them apart.”

I think I might have found what I need with the latest from Andrew Sean Greer – I loved his “Less” several years ago.  It’s a little too early to confirm, but I think I will see this one all the way through.  Here’s a summary:

“Happy 60th Birthday, Greg”

The picklers had a successful outing to their clinic on Tuesday, Diana winning a second place medal, and Laurie coming in third.  I believe there were at least eight teams.

We had a less successful trivia outing on Tuesday evening.  Early in the game, I was able to encourage the team to choose “Quebec City” as the answer to a question about the city that was capital of the first French territory in Canada.  Some wanted Montreal and I said I hadn’t seen any evidence of that on our visit, and knew that nearby Quebec City was much older.

I forgot to mention that I assumed “scribe” and team captain duties from Kenny, who was off attending a King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (yes – that is really the band name) camping weekend festival in Buena Vista, Colorado.  Here’s a short video that Kenny sent if you would like a view into what the event looks like.  I’m pretty sure I aged out of that whole scene.

We were in contention going into the last question.  Put four events in chronological order.  We were confident that “I Dream of Jeanie” was earliest, followed by “Billy Jean King’s Battle of the Sexes.”  We were undecided on when “Little Janie” from Elton John was released and on when the “Diaper Genie” was launched.  I was confident that we had a “Diaper Genie” in 1988 with Will, and others were thinking that “Little Genie” was from the 90s.  Oops – my memory was incorrect and “Little Jeanie” was earlier than anticipated.  We bet all 20 points and so did not place.  Had we flipped those two questionable answers, we would have been in first place.  Maybe I wasn’t such a great scribe/team captain.  I will have an opportunity to try again or pass the torch next week.  We’ll see what the group thinks.

Launch of Diaper Genie (1993)

Bill Jean King battle of the sexes (1973)

Little Jeanie by Elton John (1980)

I Dream of Jeanie (1965)

On the trivia theme, I had been assigned to research Hemingway facts after we missed “Death in the Afternoon”, his novel about bull fighting, for the second time, instead picking “The Sun Also Rises.”  That one only has a bit of bull fighting late in the novel.  The Saturday New York Times puzzle shows exactly how this confusing info enters my brain.

Diana had a workout with Sandi at Franco’s on Wednesday morning – this is a new routine she’s contemplating adding to her busy schedule.   There were no competitions in pickling following the workout, hence no medals.

I braved the heat on Thursday morning for a walk to French Truck Coffee to read the paper.  After that I completed the three mile circuit down Magazine to Napoleon, up to Prytania and back home.  I was quite sweaty on arrival back.  This sight distressed me on my walk.  I keep seeing this ridiculous Tesla truck around town – and parked in front of a wonderful local tapas place (Baru) it just looks completely ridiculous.

Diana returned from pickleball to report that she and Laurie got first place in the open play tournament.  She was quick to point out that there were only four teams – still worth celebrating, I think.

Anne’s birthday was on Thursday and we celebrated on Friday with a group dinner at the Rum House – always an easy, casual and tasty choice.  Dinner was followed by a visit to NOLA Brewing where a live band was playing at 7pm.  I was taken by surprise when, entering via the back door by the stage, I was greeted by thirty little girls running around squealing and having a birthday party.  At a BREWERY, WHEN A BAND IS PLAYING???  This place needs to decide if it’s a pizza and beer place with live music FOR ADULTS, or a McDonalds play ground for kids’ birthday parties.  Geez!

We retired to the front bar and had a nice, kid-free visit albeit without any live music to enjoy.

Diana had early morning pickling on Saturday and I made a quick trip to Trader Joe’s for supplies to make a charcuterie board for Greg’s 60th birthday party in the afternoon.  I stopped into the wonderful Mojo on Freret for a coffee prior to my shopping expedition.

We made our way over to Greg and Colleen’s in the afternoon.  As I was storing my backpack behind the house, I caught sight of Valerie Sassyfras hiding in the corner.  Apparently Denny had taken the blame for hiring her, but it was all Colleen.  Regular readers may remember that she played our New Year’s Eve party two years ago.  Here is her Happy Birthday to 60 year old Greg:

Gifts were unveiled after Valerie with a very poignant moment.  Greg lost “by far my favourite ever dog”, Rufus, a few months ago.  Rufus was a stray that hung around Greg’s home on Baronne street and his girls ultimately convinced him to take the dog in.  Jeanne, Greg’s sister, had painted a special portrait of Rufus by the hot tub for the occasion.  Greg was very moved.

And we weren’t finished there.  Daughter Lilly had sewn a custom Rufus t-shirt for the event.  All this hidden talent!

Fun pool time ensued.  Oliver practiced his Buzz Lightyear pose, while 6 week old brother Ezra bounced around the family members.

Sunday is a quiet day so far.  Diana has been doing yard work and lolling in her pool.  I’ve been watching the Sunday morning news programs and getting frustrated at our inept politicians – all around.

I’ve almost finished “The Emperor of Gladness” by Ocean Vuong.  I did not love this book but kept with it, having rejected quite a few after a few chapters recently.  Oprah raved about this and I usually enjoy her recommendations.  This one is too plodding, mundane, and depressing.  Here’s the online summary:

“One late summer evening in the post-industrial town of East Gladness, Connecticut, nineteen-year-old Hai stands on the edge of a bridge in pelting rain, ready to jump, when he hears someone shout across the river. The voice belongs to Grazina, an elderly widow succumbing to dementia, who convinces him to take another path. Bereft and out of options, he quickly becomes her caretaker. Over the course of the year, the unlikely pair develops a life-altering bond, one built on empathy, spiritual reckoning, and heartbreak, with the power to transform Hai’s relationship to himself, his family, and a community on the brink.

Following the cycles of history, memory, and time, The Emperor of Gladness shows the profound ways in which love, labor, and loneliness form the bedrock of American life. At its heart is a brave epic about what it means to exist on the fringes of society and to reckon with the wounds that haunt our collective soul. Hallmarks of Ocean Vuong’s writing—formal innovation, syntactic dexterity, and the ability to twin grit with grace through tenderness—are on full display in this story of loss, hope, and how far we would go to possess one of life’s most fleeting mercies: a second chance.”

Let’s start off with a playlist that I loved.  I’m sure everyone will have something on there that hey don’t like – but I love all of these songs – custom made based on what I listen to, so one would hope that’s the case:

I heard this Joan Armatrading classic on a TV show – so good:

I’ve been on a “God Only Knows” kick lately.  My favourite Beach Boys and maybe all time.  How can a song start with “I May Not Always Love You” and follow it up a few lines later with “God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You.”

There are over 100 cover versions.  A few interesting ones:

And finally, the sublime Hank Marvin and the Shadows:

Tuesday brough some morning pickling, and then I drove Diana over for pool time with Merry Lee.  They ended up hanging out all day, with Jeff joining the guys for trivia.

Jeff was the only person in the building that knew the answer to one of the questions.  He had gone off to get a beer and none of us knew which coach won basketball championships at both the college and NBA level.  I said that I thought Jeff might know.  Returning to the table, he said “I know this one – Larry Brown.”  Oh yeah – we should have remembered that.

The final question involved putting four “Barry” things in order from largest to smallest:

Number of senate terms served by Barry Goldwater

Number of seasons Barry Bonds played MLB

Number of Barry Manilow studio albums

Number of top 10 hits by Barry Gibb and the Bee Gees

We were in 7th place and so bet the maximum 20 points and stayed in 7th place – nobody got it correct.  The right answer is:

Barry Manilow

Barry Bonds

Barry Gibb

Barry Goldwater

Diana had a typical Wednesday morning – a run/walk with Kara followed by yoga in the park.  My excitement was going over to Aidan Gill for a haircut.

Diana’s haircut turn was on Thursday.  She followed that with an extended happy hour with her new pickling friend, Sandi.  They went to the Bower on Magazine for snacks and drinks.  I watched a new movie called “A Private Life”, starring Jodie Foster speaking mostly in French – apparently she is fully fluent.

The Talking Heads “Psycho Killer” was playing at the start of the movie and I heard these amazing bass lines from Tina Weymouth for the first time.  I paused to play the original and make sure they hadn’t enhanced the bass for the movie – they had not, I just hadn’t listened closely enough on the right system to hear.

We met Kenny and Richard at Hungry Eyes for dinner on Thursday.  This is an 80s themed restaurant, named after the Eric Carmen song, that I always enjoy.  Here’s the menu:

What do you think we had?  You could probably guess that McD couldn’t resist the steak tartare – yes, it was served with interesting crackers.  Then we shared the calamari curry with roti – that was a highlight – absolutely delicious.  One of those dishes that would make you go back to the same restaurant for the same dish the next day.  No – we resisted.  Kenny had the pork chop and Richard an Iberico ham skewer special.

Hungry Eyes also does a great job with their martinis.  Kenny and I both had the Vesper.

This was a very pleasant meal – we don’t get to visit with Richard like that very often.

We had our fourth Gentlemen Out at Lunch (GOAL) on Friday.  These were supposed to be once a quarter or so and we have only managed four in the last couple of years.  We need to work on that.  I had suggested Here Today Rotisserie.  This is from the chef who just closed Coquette to focus on chicken.  The menu is pretty simple:

We opted for the “Feed Me” approach.  This resulted in a lot of delicious food.  Iceberg wedge salad, pimento cheese with crackers and hot peppers, a mound of chicken wings, red beans and rice, stewed cabbage, rotisserie potatoes, half a rotisserie chicken, and half a fried chicken.  So much food.

The guys seemed please with my choice.  It me the GOAL criteria – somewhere most of the guys hadn’t been, not fancy, casual, and not too expensive.

Kenny brough a note from his Mom with a couple of books she recommended for me if I hadn’t read them.  One is one of my all time favourites (All The Light You Cannot See) and the other I’m putting on my list.

We retired to the Avenue Pub, where Kenny was talking about how to wrap a phone in tin foil and prevent it from receiving calls or being tracked.  We were skeptical and decided an experiment at Kenny’s house was in order.

Thom got us organized with a hypothesis, control group and step by step experimentation – very scientific.  Kenny was correct and he apparently constructed an effective Faraday cage.  Diana was not overly enthused about her role in the experiment.

Anne arrived at Kenny’s to give Denny and me a ride home.  We decided to stop at Verret’s (voted New Orleans number one dive bar and two blocks from our home.)  A guy was setting up for karaoke in there and had an interesting name for his business.

I sent the picture to Kara and she replied “That’s Me.”

Elspeth retired on Friday.  We’re hoping David might follow next year some time.

I delivered Diana to Merry Lee and Jeff for White Linen night.  What’s that you ask?  Well…it’s an art walk along a few blocks of Julia street, known as the art district.  It started in 1994 and is a way to generate revenue for the art galleries during the slowest part of the summer season.  White linen clothes to best deal with the swampy climate.  It has become very popular in recent years, drawing tens of thousands of people, and appealing to youngsters – a good thing in my opinion.  The youngsters, not the large crowd.

The trio had an interesting photo experience.  Here’s the original picture:

And here’s the AI driven caricature:

I think it’s very well done.

River was playing on the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts (NOCCA) stage – he’s everywhere these days.

Here’s Diana in front of a steam punk looking vehicle.  I think it’s the “Bed Zeppelin.”

Our Sunday morning walk in the park was stymied by a house shaking thunder storm.  Maybe it will cool off a little after the storm and we can venture outside.

I finished up “Truth & Beauty: A Friendship” by Ann Patchett this week.  A bit depressing, but a very good read.

Here’s a very interesting interview with Daniel Lanois where he discusses working with U2, Bob Dylan and many others – mostly in New Orleans.

Daniel Lanois Rollingstone interview

I love the guitar on this John Prine gem:

This song also has some original instrumentation and sounds: