We flew home from San Diego on Monday afternoon. I could tell Diana was uncomfortable for most all of the almost four hour flight. Walking through New Orleans airport, I asked her how miserable the flight was for her on a scale of 1 to 10. “About a 12.” We’ve got to get our backs healthy again soon.
The “Gentlemen Out At Lunch” club met at Origen Venezuelan Bistro on Tuesday. Denny wasn’t able to join but the rest of the group assembled at the restaurant on St. Claude avenue in the Bywater. Origen was Denny’s suggestion and he insisted that we go ahead without him.
This was another great experience – a new place for all of us, recently opened, with great service and a creative menu. We shared ceviche and arepas appetizers and then I chose the mahi mahi for my main. All delicious.
Here’s an article with more information about this hidden gem:
We followed lunch with a visit to BJ’s lounge – just down the street. Oops – getting ahead of myself again. Kenny gave me a quick driving tour on the way. The house he group up in with his eight siblings was three houses down from the restaurant – I got a drive by of that as well as the local schools, including the one where his Dad taught mathematics and French. The tour was really enjoyable. Kenny really has missed his calling. I need to revisit getting him certified to give walking tours of the Garden District.
We had a fun pool tournament, with Kenny and I winning 3-2 over Thom and Alex. But who was keeping score?
We didn’t decide on the September luncheon location. I suspect Kenny’s repeat recommendation of the “Messina’s Runway Cafe” inside the restored art deco building at the Lakefront airport may win.
Our next entertainment came on Saturday, after a couple of quiet days. Thom suggested we meet at Cooter Brown’s for lunch and college football. Diana joined us, as well as Fred and Kenny, and later Peggy. I take pictures of the “Hey Dude” shoes that Campbell gave me from random locations. Here they are from Cooter’s:
Kenny and Kara picked us up in the evening, drove us to the Firehouse for parking, and then the 2nd annual Mermaid Parade.
MermaiD was anxious to join in on the action. She can enter next year!
The parade was short and fun, with some excellent throws:
It was still early and Kara suggested Bouligny Tavern for a snack. Who’s going to argue with the driver. We enjoyed some delicious snacks and drinks.
I tried something new this week – picking up “It Ends With Us” by Colleen Hoover. This is a romance style novel that Diana had on the kitchen counter to finish. Goodness – I hope all her romances aren’t this dark. The topics are marital and emotional abuse – apparently based on Hoover’s childhood. The writing and characters are so good that I had to finish the book. Certainly not for everyone, although it appears to have topped bestseller lists for several years, and is now a movie.
Two new albums were released this week by artists that I enjoy. First, Uncle Lucius with a great sounding live album:
Next, Nick Cave:
And finally, something I came across that reminded me of an amazing Lucky Peterson concert in Dallas:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!
My travel experience to Austin early on Monday morning was surprisingly quiet and easy. No wait at the security checkpoint and lots of open seats on the flight. The walk to the Uber line in Austin is always annoying in 105 degree heat. It must be at least a half mile hike.
The Carpenter Hotel was accommodating and let me check in at 10:30am. Very helpful. I was able drop my bag, get some medications from the wonderful Thom’s Market (they have some of everything you need) for my sore back, and meet Neffie for lunch downtown.
Neffie chose the Peacock Mediterranean Grill for our lunch meeting – prep for a large group session on Tuesday. The Mezze plate with falafel, hummus, baba, and pita was right up my alley, along with a side of latkes with smoked trout roe and dill labneh. I could eat this stuff several times a week.
Neffie offered to drop me in the office for my afternoon meetings. Seemed like a good plan until I tried to get into her little BMW. I got in and then my sore back would not permit me to lean out and close the door. Good grief.
After a long afternoon of work, I was not in any mood to go out for sushi with the guys. Instead I chose an early dinner by myself at the Carpenter Hall.
I only do Yelp reviews when things are either really good or really bad. You can see from the above review that I had a very nice experience at the Carpenter Hall. And it allowed me to be in bed early.
After a long and frustrating day of meetings, dinner on Tuesday night was hosted by our applications development partners at Perry’s steakhouse. The seafood tower appetizer was full of yummy things, and that was followed with a well-cooked sea bass with creamy corn and a red pepper coulis.
My martini was served with a side of accoutrements – an oyster, a lemon twist and blue cheese stuffed olives. What a choice.
The dinner went on for several hours, I enjoyed the discussion and was back in my hotel room in time to watch some of Michele Obama’s speech. Her husband had a hard time following her.
My flight back to New Orleans was smooth and I was able to plop into my spot for a relaxing evening.
Meanwhile, the Ogans and Kirsches had rendezvoused in New York to watch some of the US Open tennis tournament. Here they are at brunch:
And then taking in a Bansky exhibit:
The last one is a post Katrina mural from New Orleans. I like the Ziggy Stardust Queen one.
There was a special memorial show for Nick Daniels III (Dumpstaphunk bass player) at Tipitina’s on Thursday evening. Trombone Shorty and members of Galactic joined the band. Advertised start time was 7pm. I showed up at 7:30 and planned to stay for an hour or so – yeah right! The music started at 9pm and was very good for the short while I lasted. I did have some interesting conversations while we waited – Logan the molecular biologist was one of the more engaging characters.
They had a special light show that you can see in these videos – first time I’ve seen anything that fancy at this venue.
Friday had me back on a plane – this time to San Diego to meet up with Diana’s “California girlfriends” and spouses. We were celebrating Donna’s 60th birthday. I met up with Diana at the San Diego airport (she arrived a bit before me from San Francisco), we rode the long shuttle to the rental car facility, and then the relatively short drive to Encinitas and the Airbnb. After settling in, the group made a very short drive to Kris and Cat’s home.
We shouldn’t forget Idris, the cat. This is the one that Molly babysat when Kris and Cat came to visit. He loves catching lizards and trying to take them inside the house.
We finished the night back at the Airbnb around the firepit.
Jeff and I enjoyed empanadas for breakfast at Bump Coffee on the main strip, after dropping Diana for a run along the beach road.
Then it was back over to Kris and Cat’s for a birthday pool party and dinner.
Sunday began with a casual breakfast at Nectarine Grove. The food and outside seating were very good. After that, things started to get a bit “over engineered” as they can with a large group – let’s do the art walk, then park at the beach and listen to the concert, and maybe get some lunch in there somewhere, then back to the house to change for dinner at 7pm. I could tell that was too much and was going to get frustrating, so hung out at the house, played the piano, read my book, and watched some TV – a much more relaxing afternoon than Diana reported.
I joined up with the group again for dinner at Le Papagayo. They had pleasant live music, good drinks and yummy food. Very enjoyable.
My book this week was “Go as a River” by Shelley Read. I hadn’t planned on this book and just grabbed it from the kitchen counter as I was leaving for my Austin flight. While this is definitely more of a McD type plot, I really enjoyed the outdoor descriptions and understanding the tragedy of destroying the village.
Victoria had a very challenging life and it is very well described throughout the book. I was happy for the resolution in the last few pages, otherwise things would have been very depressing.
Here’s an online summary:
“Seventeen-year-old Victoria Nash runs the household on her family’s peach farm in the small ranch town of Iola, Colorado—the sole surviving female in a family of troubled men. Wilson Moon is a young drifter with a mysterious past, displaced from his tribal land and determined to live as he chooses.
Victoria encounters Wil by chance on a street corner, a meeting that profoundly alters both of their young lives, igniting as much passion as danger. When tragedy strikes, Victoria leaves the only life she has ever known, fleeing into the surrounding mountains, where she struggles to survive in the wilderness with no clear notion of what her future will bring. As the seasons change, she also charts the changes in herself, finding in the beautiful but harsh landscape the meaning and strength to move forward and rebuild all that she has lost, even as the Gunnison River threatens to submerge her homeland—its ranches, farms, and the beloved peach orchard that has been in her family for generations.
Inspired by true events surrounding the destruction of the town of Iola in the 1960s, Go as a River is a story of deeply held love in the face of hardship and loss, but also of finding courage, resilience, friendship, and, finally, home—where least expected. This stunning debut explores what it means to lead your life as if it were a river—gathering and flowing, finding a way forward even when a river is dammed.”
Here’s a lovely mellow tune that was playing in the Carpenter restaurant when I enjoyed dinner. I found out later that this was played through a vintage McIntosh amplifier with four tubes – no wonder it sounded so good.
An interesting song from a collection by Gilles Peterson, “Gilles Peterson Digs America”:
There’s a lot of interesting and deep variety on this collection.
One of my favourite moments from the Democratic convention was Bill Clinton comparing his party’s “We the people” to the opposition’s “Me Myself and I.”
Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!
Our new generator was installed on Tuesday and it was an all day activity. We are awaiting the final new “higher bore” gas meter to be installed before we’ll be all tested and live.
The power was off to the house for a few hours in the afternoon as the install was completed. We took advantage to head out for Happy Hour. First up, 4141 St Charles, a new cocktail bar in what was/is New Orleans Seafood and Hamburger Company. The drinks and oysters were good but the atmosphere needs some work – too bright and basic.
I had intended to visit the Library before heading home – that’s the cocktail bar version and not the one that is temporarily closed due to an “abundance of caution” (personally hated phrase) about a mold issue – but it didn’t open until 5pm. The Bouligny Tavern came to the rescue. This was Diana’s first visit and she enjoyed it quite a bit – another place that’s walkable from home when the weather is reasonable. The bartender was spinning vintage jazz vinyl and we had a good chat about that. The mushroom and brie dish we ordered was excellent – a wonderful red win reduction sauce and perfectly executed. The Bouligny shares a kitchen with Lillete, a well known fine dining restaurant.
Around the same time, Anne was celebrating her real birthday with her Mom and girlfriends in Florida. You can tell Carolyn is really enjoying hosting.
We both noticed a gas smell after the generator installation. A technician came out and I showed him the spots on the patio where it was most prevalent – “You mean right here next to the gas lamps that are turned on and not lit?” Ah geez – what a couple of clowns. In our defense, we believe turning off the lamps before install and relighting when complete, should be part of the generator basic install process.
I dropped Diana off at the airport for her visit to Pacifica on Wednesday. We both have sore backs and so I was worried about her trip. She seemed to soldier through it okay.
I didn’t do much until a special event at the Prytania theater on Sunday afternoon. This is a neighbourhood movie theater with just one screen and a ton of old school character. Bruce Spizer is a local Beatles historian who has published several books about their albums and movies. This talk was about “A Hard Day’s Night.” Spizer delivered a multimedia talk for about an hour and then we watched the movie. What a fund way to pass a few hours on a hot afternoon.
You can read more about the Spizer album series of books here:
Meanwhile, Kenny and Kara were enjoying the Adirondacks and Lake Placid at her brother’s place.
And the Redwood City Campagna kids were back to school. Both at St. Francis with their dad for one overlap year:
My book this week was “The Uptown Local – Joy, Death and Joan Didion” – by Cory Leadbetter.
This book started out well and quickly became a bit tedious. Fortunately, it was a short read. The paragraphs jumped around way too much for me, without any obvious linkage in time or theme. Here’s an online summary:
“As an aspiring novelist in his early twenties, Cory Leadbeater was presented with an opportunity to work for a well-known writer whose identity was kept confidential. Since the tumultuous days of childhood, Cory had sought refuge from the rougher parts of life in the pages of books. Suddenly, he found himself the personal assistant to a titan of literature: Joan Didion.
In the nine years that followed, Cory shared Joan’s rarefied world, transformed not only by her blazing intellect but by her generous friendship and mentorship. Together they recited poetry in the mornings, dined with Supreme Court justices, attended art openings, smoked a single cigarette before bed.
But secretly, Cory was spiraling. He reeled from the death of a close friend. He spent his weekends at a federal prison, visiting his father as he served time for fraud. He struggled day after day to write the novel that would validate him as a real writer. And meanwhile, the forces of addiction and depression loomed large.
In hypnotic prose that pulses with life and longing, The Uptown Local explores the fault lines of class, family, loss, and creativity. It is a love letter to a cultural icon—and a moving testament to the relationships that sustain us in the eternal pursuit of a life worth living.”
Here’s another completely mellow Larry Carlton driven Crusader’s song:
And something from my recent favourite saxophonist:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!
Diana and Anne had a pool day planned at Merry Lee’s place on Monday. They invited me to join them for lunch at Tacos del Cartel beforehand. This was a wonderful meal in a very pretty restaurant. We started with a delicious ceviche and then I had the birria tacos on the clothesline, while Anne had soft shell crab tacos and Diana some yummy mushroom tacos. All three were fantastic.
The jaguar seemed to have a role to play in the restaurant – Diana’s drink and a topiary in the outside area:
It’s nice when a “pretty” restaurant (what the kids call “Instagram worthy”) also delivers good food.
After lunch, I was on my own to get home. I thought I’d try the streetcar but couldn’t figure out where the stop was. I did chuckle as the stop was somewhere near Herbsaint restaurant – apparently quite the power lunch spot as there were dueling Ferraris outside.
McD was talked into a quick jazz outing to Dos Jefes on Thursday night. The Mark Coleman band was playing – Mark is our friend Chris Henry’s (tennis coach) piano teacher. John Fohl sat in on guitar.
I was quite entertained when Fohl walked in about 15 minutes into the set, plugged in his guitar, and immediately started jamming. So much for the 30 minute setups that most musicians indulge in.
I absolutely love that we can leave the house at 8pm, listen to an hour and 15 minutes of world class music, and be in bed by 10pm. Exactly why we moved here.
A guy came to the door on Friday to tell me that Entergy (local energy company) was going to be trimming trees away from the electric lines and did I know who the parked cars belonged to. I had no idea. Turns out a raft of trucks from all over were involved in this operation, with no clear leader. We saw trucks from Texas and other locations – quite disorganized. Would have been good to have some advance warning before we went out shopping and then couldn’t get back into the street. I watched the tree chipper burn up and then we waited on the replacement to roll in. All was cleared up before Denny picked us up for Anne’s birthday dinner. We had a card and gift for Anne to open before everything got busy:
And what a wonderful birthday dinner Denny had organized. Acamaya (Spanish for crawfish) was excellent. Ana Castro has previously had excellent Mexican restaurants in New Orleans – Lingua Madre was her high end tasting menu at what is now Wild South.
The food was amazing. The arroz negro with squid ink in the rice and topped with squid and mussels was a complete stand out. One of the best things I’ve tasted in a long time.
Diana doesn’t like sweet potatoes, but whatever they did to this one made her really enjoy it.
All of the dishes we had were amazing. Great call Denny!
We followed dinner with a visit to Markey’s and then BJ’s lounge. Here we are at Markey’s (next to the Country Club restaurant).
The Happy Talk Band was playing at BJ’s lounge. I enjoyed watching Alex McMurray ramble in (he played Kenny’s retirement party with the Tin Men).
Sixtieth birthdays are a big deal, and Diana had arranged a ladies brunch for Anne on Sunday (in addition to the various other celebrations.) La Petite Grocery was the destination and they made sure the decorations and cake were staged before everyone arrived. Reports are of a very successful event.
Meanwhile, Campbell was enjoying the wide open spaces of Wyoming:
Doesn’t that look amazingly relaxing?
My book this week was “The Women” by Kristin Hannah. This was a quick and easy read. The reaction to Vietnam heroes returning from war took me by surprise. Can Americans be so callous? Here’s the online synopsis:
“When twenty-year-old nursing student Frances “Frankie” McGrath hears these unexpected words, it is a revelation. Raised on idyllic Coronado Island and sheltered by her conservative parents, she has always prided herself on doing the right thing, being a good girl. But in 1965 the world is changing, and she suddenly imagines a different choice for her life. When her brother ships out to serve in Vietnam, she impulsively joins the Army Nurse Corps and follows his path.
As green and inexperienced as the men sent to Vietnam to fight, Frankie is overwhelmed by the chaos and destruction of war, as well as the unexpected trauma of coming home to a changed and politically divided America.
The Women is the story of one woman gone to war, but it shines a light on the story of all women who put themselves in harm’s way to help others. Women whose sacrifice and commitment to their country has all too often been forgotten. A novel of searing insight and lyric beauty, The Women is a profoundly emotional, richly drawn story with a memorable heroine whose extraordinary idealism and courage under fire define a generation.”
Something interesting from the always controversial Gil Scott Heron:
Maybe the best piano music ever:
I was listening to some “Classic Rock” from the London Symphony Orchestra that reminded me of Nigel Boddice and his trumpet work on the Rolling Stones classics. I looked him up and was sad to see his passing in 2022. It reminded me of train rides with him from Edinburgh to Glasgow and our reviews of music scores and mountain climbing magazines. Such a giant of trumpet and conducting. A good friend who had a big impact on my musical career.
Coexist peacefully, with patience and compassion for all!
We loved the Nori Guys food tent at French Quarter Fest back in April, and so were excited to see them doing a pop-up at the wonderful Broadside theater on Tuesday evening. I love their crab and tuna wonton nachos. Looks messy but the very fresh seafood and the sauces are yummy together. And nicely washed down with a hibiscus margarita from their new indoor bar.
The Nori guys were excited to tell me that they just got the keys to a brick and mortar store at Broad and Bank streets. We’re looking forward to that.
We accompanied Kenny to a talk on Social Security strategies at the Metarie library on Wednesday evening. I’m not sure we learned very much that we didn’t already know, but we did stop for a delicious snack at the Hog Alley Lounge in Metarie – a new place to us and so named because it used to be a field area where pigs were reared.
Diana had two options for Happy Hour on Friday – The Bower or The Library, both new places for us. She opted for The Bower. Kenny joined us initially with Anne and then Kara joining later. We enjoyed the drinks and Happy Hour snacks very much, and had a great private seating area in the front window.
The Bower was followed with a quick stop into Pete’s bar (just down the street). They always have some fun games to entertain us – this time a basketball thing that took some skill.
I did refer Kenny to the sign as his volume started to increase.
On Saturday we made a visit to the Alker distillery on Oak street. It was the grand opening event and the distiller is the son of Peggy’s college roommate. We picked up Anne and met Peg there. The girls reported that their cosmopolitans were the best they have had. It will be interesting to see how this place does.
Laura and Anne met us for an early dinner at Café Degas on Sunday. We had a very nice meal (one of our favourite New Orleans restaurants) – Laura is always entertaining. I loved our meat and pate platter and my quail salad was excellent.
Where was Denny during all of this? Fishing with the boys:
I did enjoy the Olympics very much this week. Katy Ledecky continues to deliver amazing performances:
I finally finished the massive, 950 page book that is “Southern Man” this week.
There is almost too much going on in this book – antebellum slave history, family medical challenges, presidential candidates, small town politics, fires, shootings and on and on. I was impressed by how current the presidential political drama seemed.
Here’s Bobby White, presidential candidate in 2027, explaining his vision of apocalyptic events occurring every 82 years:
“”The critical battles of our major wars. The existential turning points. Seventeen eighty-one, the Battle of Yorktown. Eighteen sixty-three, Gettysburg and Vicksburg – decided on the same day. And of course 1945: Hiroshima.”
The certainty in his voice is chilling. “Sooo…next comes 2027? What’s the political situation then? The crisis, whatever?
Bobby waves his hand. “I don’t have time to get into the weeds on that. Suffice it to say it’s a three-body problem.”
“Humor me.”
Bobby takes a sip of his Mountain Dew. “Well, as I said, it’s potentially apocalyptic. The venue is the Holy Land, of course. And this is a three-body problem in three different ways: political, religious, and radical.”
“What are the countries?”
“Israel, Iran, China. THe religions, obviosly Judaism, Islam, and godlessness. And the races: Semitic, Persian, and Asian.”
“Sounds like a pretty complicated war you have brewing there.”
Bobby nods. “We’re well on our way toward it now, though we don’t seem to know it.”
“How so?”
“Simple. Israel under Netanyahu is leaning ever further to the right, almost to fascism in some ways. They’re supposedly the most vigilant nation in the world. But I’m not so sure. It’s easy to get complacent. Iran is pouring resources into Hamas and Hezbollah, and they mean business. Israel, of course, possesses more than four hundred nuclear weapons as of today. And China has announced its intention to double its nuclear arsenal, as well as to modernize it.””
I always enjoy the saxophone sounds on James Hunter songs:
Something sweet from the Bryan Ferry Orchestra:
And finally, some Philip Glass:
Coexist peacefully with kindness and patience for all!
This was a relatively calm week after all the activity in Scotland last week.
A trip to Austin on Tuesday brought my first visit to the office in a while. Really wanting to accomplish this in a day trip, I left the house early and arrived home very late – an overnight hotel might have been a better idea. I enjoyed my favourite breakfast taco from Taco Deli on arrival in Austin airport, and then a negroni and snack from Juliet Italian restaurant on the way to the airport in the evening. Lunch wasn’t such a successful endeavour – something just didn’t sit right in my tummy.
Overdue for a haircut, I made a visit to Aidan Gill on Wednesday. Aidan’s wife is back at work after suffering a stroke. We made a drive over to Angelo Brocato’s to pickup some of her favourite treats – cannolis. I think I made a friend for life on delivering those.
Trey invited us to meet his new “hound”, Scout, on Wednesday night at Picnic restaurant. This was a new experience for us, having driven past many times. Trey’s friend, Nina, provided some lovely musical accompaniment. Picnic has a very reasonable Happy Hour and also some more healthy snacks than their well known fried chicken.
The clubhouse at the golf course in Audubon park was recently acquired by the Brennan restaurant group, and we had been talking about trying it. Happy Hour on Friday seemed like a good opportunity. The krewe was quickly assembled – Thom, Kenny, Fred and Kelly. Unfortunately the kitchen closed early on Fridays and the bar was only open until 5pm – poor research on our part. No problem – it was a short drive to the wonderful Happy Hour at Chaise Delachaise. Our table was only available for a short while, so we met Kara and Nina at the Kirsch home and had an enjoyable visit.
Diana joined Kara for yoga in the City Park sculpture garden on Saturday morning, while Kenny and I had a walk around. There’s always something to be learned when you go on a walk with Kenny – he retains so much historical information. McD was a bit disturbed to notice this gator swimming under a bridge they used in the garden.
A treat was earned after the “gator fright” and so we visited Leo’s bakery – new to us and tucked off where we would never have found it. That’s one of the beautiful things about New Orleans – all these little gems hidden away in neighbourhoods. The croissants were amazing.
We shopped for food and drinks for our Sunday dinner party in the afternoon. Diana remarked that I was the most patient ever as we were struggling to find things in Whole Foods – must be part of the aging process.
Fred and Kelly joined us for dinner on Sunday. Chef D prepared her delicious Chilean sea bass and mini stuffed peppers. The first in our planned dinner party series was a big success – thanks Diana!
I continued my slow read through “Southern Man” by Greg Iles – I really need to stay focused and finish this one up.
More time was spent on the short essays in Ann Patchett’s “These Precious Days.” Last week, I found the essays of mixed enjoyment and this week I’ve enjoyed every one that I read quite a bit – maybe I’m just in a better mood? I recommend this collection a lot.
I heard this on WWOZ radio and really enjoyed it:
A pleasant guitar sound from Al Stewart in a really deep track:
And finally, a fun cover of a J.J. Cale classic:
Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!
On Monday we drove through to Currie (just outside of Edinburgh and next to the Heriot Watt University campus where I spent the first year of my university career) to meet up with Bobby, a classmate and part of the small group that hung out together so many years ago. It’s close to 40 years since I last saw Bobby.
The Riccarton Inn hosted our reunion. Diana enjoyed our historical stories quite a bit. Bobby is a very good musician – playing both the standup and electric basses and he had a lot of good tales about his travels with bands and the albums that he’s made. One fun story involved the old Mountbatten building in Edinburgh’s Grassmarket area – this was the home of the Heriot Watt Electrical Engineering department for the final years of our degrees. It’s now a hotel and Bobby had played a wedding gig there. He said the reception was in one of our old lecture halls and it still had the terraced slope – he was having interesting flashbacks. That got us off thinking about presentations we had to do in that lecture hall. We remembered Andy’s troubled talk about the Free Masons that made us realize we should take this assignment seriously. Bobby gave a talk about a band recording that had won an award, playing the recording to occupy the final five minutes of his required talk time. Then he reminded me of Euan’s grave digging talk – I had completely forgotten that. Euan had that as a summer job and it was certainly the most unique presentation.
We were intrigued by the way the dry/sweet and boldness of wines were indicated on the menu. Why don’t we have this?
We enjoyed this sign outside the Inn, “Good Banter”:
After a lovely lunch, Bobby invited us back to his home to meet his wife, Kirsty. She is also a musician and teaches violin in the Currie and Balerno school systems.
We thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Kirsty, and were treated to their granddaughter, Cassie, when she was woken up from her nap. Cassie quickly warmed up to Diana and enjoyed her reading of the “Wonky Donkey”, a hilarious children’s’ book.
Bobby had told us about “walking football” which he really enjoyed due to his bum ankle. What he didn’t tell us was that his team had won the competition – as evidenced by the huge trophy in his entryway.
I remember Bobby played forward for the Heriot Watt team and knew he had played semi-professionally for a short while. Makes me seem very lazy – he holds down a full time job (until recent early retirement), plays many musical gigs every week, and participates in a busy sports agenda.
Here’s an explanation from the official walking football website about what makes it different:
“The biggest difference, as the name suggests, is there is no running. Walking football is played at walking pace, with players not allowed to run. This includes with the ball or off the ball, and includes jogging. You can ‘walk’ as fast as you want and walking as described in the rules is “one foot must be in contact with the ground at all times.”
One other big difference to association or 5-a-side football is that it’s classed as non-contact sport. Although tackling is allowed, this must be done with no contact.”
Our drive to and from Currie on the “wrong” side of the road was uneventful until it wasn’t. Close to home, several long PVC looking pipes broke loose from a van in front of us. They were headed straight for the windshield. Fortunately there wasn’t a vehicle in the inside lane and I was able to swerve and avoid any damage. Arriving home, I found the next door neighours out front watering my Mum’s garden – apparently they had been quite worried about my ability to drive through to Edinburgh and back given all the changes in the roads. Sometimes I wonder how I get by, between Kenny’s concern about my driving in New Orleans and now this concern in Scotland.
I’m so happy that we made the effort to connect with Bobby – such a nice day.
Tuesday began with another walk and run along Kilwinning road. This time Diana reported that the “mountains” were back to being “normal hills” – she’s adjusted to the undulating terrain.
We had invited Mum to lunch at the Laird’s Table restaurant outside of Fenwick and asked if she would like to include a friend or two. She decided on the Dunlops and we were very happy to include them – always entertaining.
They were just back from holiday in Norway and had told us a bit about that. Most of the stories were about their ever expanding family. We had a very enjoyable lunch for several hours and laughed at the banter.
We also laughed at the “mini meringues” desert:
And of course Diana got all the pictures that she wanted:
The flights home on Wednesday were very pleasant, albeit the 10 hour leg from London to New Orleans certainly feeling quite long. Diana was pleased when champagne was served before takeoff and I appreciated that drinks and food service started about 30 minutes after takeoff. Much improved over our night flight over to London.
I really enjoyed the cheese plate for desert – with fancy oatcake presentation:
The “Gentlemen Out At Lunch” club (Thom, Alex, Dennis and Kenny) convened our inaugural meeting at Plume in Algiers on Thursday. The food and service were excellent and we got to try a decent selection of the menu by sharing food among five of us. This is the young couple that operates the restaurant with the help of their son:
The food is certainly not typical of the Indian food you find in the U.S., with light and flavorful sauces.
We voted on logos for the group. My submission:
The name was tweaked to replace the “To” with “At” in order to create a nice acronym (GOAL). The picture was deemed too “fancy” and “stuffy”, and so I’ve now come up with version 2.0:
I had the original displayed on a small easel for the krewe to review. The owner noticed and asked if we would sign it and leave it for her to display on the wall – we were happy to oblige. I’ll have to return and take a picture of that. I was chastised for not taking any pictures – we were chatting and having too much fun.
After lunch we made a quick stop at the Crown and Anchor before sitting for way too long in traffic on the bridge over the Mississippi. One final stop at the Milan Lounge to play along with Jeopardy on their TV (it’s a regular thing there every day).
As if we hadn’t had enough wonderful food for the week, we met a colleague of mine, Fred, who retired a couple of years ago, for lunch at Commander’s Palace on Friday. Fred grew up in the New Orleans area and has lived in the Dallas area for the last 20 years – he makes regular visits to New Orleans to enjoy the food and drink. The food and service were exemplary as usual during our 3 hour lunch. It’s always good to catch up with Fred.
This is the time of year when we can expect heavy thunder storms most days. We were able to get our walks in around the downpours on Saturday and Sunday, with some of the loudest thunder claps I’ve ever heard on Sunday.
I finished up “All the Colors of the Dark” by Chris Whitaker on the flight home. The subject matter is certainly dark, as the title would indicate, and I enjoyed this read quite a bit. Great characters and twists that weren’t the typical incredible nonsense. I recommend this one.
I’m still plugging away at “Southern Man” by Greg Iles and should finish that monster in the next week or two.
I‘m also reading Ann Patchett’s “These Precious Days”, a collection of her essays published in 2021. Some of these appeal to me more than others and the writing is as excellent as always. The first essay about Patchett’s three Dads is my favourite so far. The one about her husband’s flying obsession a close second. The one about knitting- not so much.
Slash, guitarist for Guns ‘n Roses, has a new album – here he teams up with Chris Stapleton for a good cover of a classic:
The sublime original:
And finally, an old classic that popped up on a playlist:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!
Diana and Anne enjoyed some fancy pool time at Merry Lee’s pool and cabanas on Monday. I say it’s fancy because of the ability to reserve a luxury cabana with a fridge and TV. I dropped Diana off, Anne joined her shortly thereafter and brought her home later in the day.
Kara invited Diana for oysters at Superior Seafood on Monday. She just wanted to get together before we left town. We’ll only be gone for a week, but very sweet all the same. They had a good time for several hours. Quite the fun Monday for McD.
Kenny, Kara and Diana had a walk and run in the park on Wednesday morning since yoga was cancelled. I finished up work and joined them for a late breakfast at La Boulangerie. This was Diana’s first visit and it’s a long time since I was there – the food and drinks are all very good and it’s nearby. We should visit more often.
The 10:30pm British Airways flight took us to London Heathrow on Wednesday night. We had a long layover and arrived in Stewarton on Thursday evening. I’m always very impressed with the service on the less than an hour flight to Glasgow. We were served drinks, high tea, and coffee all in much less time that it took to get a drink on the long flight from New Orleans. Here’s a view coming into land in Glasgow, including the island of Ailsa Craig where curling stones hail from:
Mum’s birthday was on Friday. The day started with a walk (Keith) and run (Diana) out Kilwinning Road into the country. The views of Ailsa Craig and Arran were excellent. On returning home, Diana complained about the incline and length of the “hills” – not something she’s used to in New Orleans. In the afternoon we ran some errands in Stewarton – “paid the papers”, filled up with petrol, and had a delicious lunch at a local café.
Saturday began with a walk and run on what was hoped to be flatter ground in Lainshaw Woods. Diana reported that the “mountains” killed her on this run. I think her altimeter must be wonky as there were really only a few small inclines. Her sore legs said otherwise.
Mum’s house became very busy on Saturday afternoon. Elspeth, David and Bramble (dog) arrived at almost the same time as Heather, Michael, and Mila (dog), soon to be followed by Struan, Emily, and Bonnie (dog). Nine adults and three dogs in a small living room was quite chaotic. Struan had shorn off almost all of Bonnie’s coat, creating a strange looking dog that really was not happy with him.
We loaded into a couple of cars and headed off to dinner at Seamill Hydro in West Kilbride. Bramble and Bonnie were left behind at Mum’s house – more on that later. Seamill Hydro is a lovely hotel that hosts many weddings (Elspeth and David’s several years ago). The coastal setting with a view over to Arran is beautiful:
We were seated in a quiet area and enjoyed a lovely meal. The Hydro was chosen as it has a robust vegetarian and vegan menu. I had haggis and potato croquettes as my starter and then cauliflower gnocchi (from the veggie menu) for my main – both were quite yummy. Everyone seemed to enjoy their meals and the setting allowed us to have some fun banter and conversation – we even learned about Struan’s new IT job. Several times during the evening I found myself thinking how much Struan’s mannerisms and facial expressions reminded me of Campbell. Elspeth told me they actually think he reminds them of me. Here’s Mum with her surprise birthday desert:
Diana couldn’t resist the pavlova:
After that it was time for some fresh air before the drive home. Here we are with the island of Arran behind us:
On arrival home, we were greeted by the next door neighbours who had responded to the house alarm going off. Apparently the dogs had managed to “escape” the kitchen and trigger the alarm.
David and Elspeth spent the night at Mum’s and we started Sunday with a walk up the road to the Kennedy farm, Meikle Corsehill, with David and Bramble. David was channeling Rex Harrison in his Dr. Doolittle role on the walk:
Bramble didn’t want to be left out:
A dog at Meikle Corsehill was having a good bark at Bramble, causing it’s owner to come out and investigate the disturbance. The owner, Ian, happened to be a previous employee of David’s and they had a good catch up chat. I reminisced about taking in the hay on the farm, feeding the cows in the milking barn, and playing in the hay barn with Willie Kennedy and others.
After the walk we settled in to watch the Wimbledon men’s final – a bit one-sided, although not as much as the score indicated, in my opinion. We enjoyed a yummy lunch and then said goodbye to Elspeth and David, who needed to make the long drive home before it got too late.
What a wonderful couple of days with family!
The ESPN Espy awards ceremony happened during the week. Steve Gleason received the Arthur Ashe courage award and delivered an excellent speech using his computer aided voice. His son, River, joined him onstage for support. Here’s the video:
I had to take a break from “Southern Man” this week as it’s way too heavy for travel. I switched to “All the Colors of the Dark” by Chris Whitaker, which I have online and have almost finished.
Here’s an online summary:
“Late one summer, the town of Monta Clare is shattered by the abduction of teenager Joseph ‘Patch’ Macauley. Nobody more so than Saint Brown, who will risk everything to find her best friend.
But when she does: it will break her heart.
Patch lies alone in a pitch-black room – until he feels a hand in his. Her name is Grace and, though they cannot see each other, she lights their world with her words.
But when he escapes: there is no sign she ever even existed.
Left with only her voice and her name, he paints her from broken memories – and charts an epic search to find her.
As years turn to decades, and hope becomes obsession, Saint will shadow his journey – on a darker path to hunt down the man who took them – and set free the only boy she ever loved.
Even if finding the truth means losing each other forever…”
This has been a very enjoyable book so far, one that I have read in the wee hours when I was suffering from jetlag.
Some passages that I enjoyed:
A unique simile:
“was a steady drip from a leaking faucet, like a metronome that scaled up the tension.”
An interesting new word for me:
“The low hum of a generator buried beneath the baldachin of nature. They’d find him dead. Of course. And they’d catch the guy, but..”
Some other new information to me:
“Days were named after the planets of Hellenistic astrology. Saturn, Sun, and Moon. Saturday, Sunday,… Moonday.”
On the strained relationship between Saint and her new husband, Jimmy:
““He treats you well?” Patch said. She wanted to tell him that Jimmy said there wasn’t room for her piano. That sometimes she fixed his dinner and he forgot to thank her. That he was not silly in any of the good ways. She wanted to tell Patch that Jimmy did not like her being a cop. That he wanted to have children right away, and that when they did he expected her to step out of her life and into a mother’s. Most of all she wanted to tell him that she was scared. She was a cop who had done so many brave things. But she was scared.”
““He never made me laugh. And I knew, before I met him. I knew love and laughter and how sweet life could be.” “You still married him.” She looked at Patch like he was a child, like he did not know how the world kept turning. “Sometimes people reserve so much of themselves. It’s like saving a fine wine for an occasion that never materializes.””
A great song by Martin Sexton (not related to Charlie Sexton at all – a misconception that I’ve had for a number of years):
A really interesting song from Thievery Corporation:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!
We celebrated July 4th with a pool party at Alex and Laura’s home. When I arrived, Kenny and the krewe were quizzing me about when I became a U.S. citizen – I couldn’t immediately recall the month or year, much to the chagrin of Kenny. I was able to look up a picture of my certificate and report that it was on September 20th, 2022. Kenny has promised to make sure this date is celebrated every year – fine with me, Kenny.
Once the ribbing about citizenship dates subsided, Thom and I advanced our idea of a monthly gentleman’s lunch. It’s amazing how much fun the group was able to have establishing rules and bylaws around governing the monthly lunch group. I’m looking forward to our first outing to Plume in Algiers. We’ll vote on the group name and logo at this inaugural event, and then pick the location for the following month. Each attendee is to make presentations on name, logo and next destination. Here’s what I’ve worked up so far for name and logo:
I think the first meeting on July 18th could be quite good fun.
We met Denny and Anne on Friday for Happy Hour at Chais Delachaisse. This is perhaps my favourite Happy Hour destination – the food and drink options and prices are so good. We tried their octopus for the first time – served with some pineapple like Avo, so I suppose that is a more popular thing than I realized. It was very good as expected.
Again the weekend was pretty quiet as we got ourselves organized for our trip to Scotland.
I started the massive, 900 page opus that is “Southern Man” by Greg Iles this week. Here’s the online summary:
“A senseless tragedy When a brawl at a rap festival triggers a bloody mass shooting in Mississippi, Penn Cage finds himself in a country on the brink of eruption. As the stunned cities of Natchez and Bienville reel, antebellum plantation homes are being torched and the deadly attacks are claimed by a Black radical group as historic acts of justice. Panic quickly sweeps through the communities, driving the prosperous Southern towns inexorably toward a race war.
A rising star But what might have been only a regional sideshow of the 2024 Presidential election explodes into national prominence, thanks to the stunning ascent of Robert E. Lee White on social media, a Southern war hero funded by an eccentric Mississippi billionaire, who seizes the public imagination as a third-party candidate.
A country ready to implode As his hometown devolves into chaos, Penn Cage tears into Bobby White’s pursuit of the Presidency and ultimately risks a second Civil War to try to expose its motivation to the world, before the America of our Constitution slides into the abyss.”
This story is almost scarily current given all of our election drama of the last few weeks. I’m almost half way through and am most impressed by Iles’ capability to weave three or four main narrative arcs together in a cohesive way. More to come in the next few weeks – the book is too heavy for travel.
What an amazingly laid back and subtle guitar riff from the amazing Lee Ritenour. I have it stuck in my head for over a week:
I always enjoy the guitar tone and vocals of Snowy White:
And finally, the technique and guitar tones of Alvin Lee – beautiful:
Coexist peacefully with kindness and patience for all!
It’s getting sufficiently humid that our walks and runs have to start by 7am at the latest – so we got some early starts to the day this week.
Diana and I decided to try the Happy Hour at Plates restaurant in the Warehouse District on Friday. A very positive review by Ian McNulty in the newspaper put this place on our radar. Kenny texted to see if anyone was interested in Happy Hour, so I picked him up and we made our way. Kelly and Fred joined, and then Kara directly from work. A partial Krewe together – it’s been a few weeks.
The drinks were solid – Kenny and I particularly enjoying our Spanish Gin and Tonics, and the appetizers were all quite yummy. We all think Diana really suits Kenny’s cap:
Either Kenny or Fred, it’s been over a week now, suggested Pete’s Out in the Cold bar for a stop on the way home. This place is 0.7 miles from our house and we’d never heard of it – shame on these friends. It was a fun stop with frozen Pimm’s cups and games like Jenga.
A very pleasant neighborhood bar in easy walking distance of our home. Nice!
Saturday morning yoga at the City Park sculpture garden occupied Diana and Kara while Kenny and I explored the Couturie forest. I was just as skeptical as you are – a forest in New Orleans and inside City Park? Kenny assured me it was real and also contained the highest point in New Orleans. “Wait a minute, I’ve always told people that Monkey Hill in the zoo is the highest point.” Kenny: “Don’t worry, everybody knew you were a foreigner and didn’t believe you anyway.” Nice – thanks Kenny! Here’s an entertaining piece on the “mountain” from the Couturie Forest website:
“The Forest is made up of eight distinct ecosystems and is home to New Orleans’ highest point of elevation: Laborde Mountain. Measuring a daunting 27 feet above sea level, oxygen and sherpas are available upon request. Couturie Forest was named New Orleans’ top bird-watching destination. It is common for birders to see 40 species or more in a single outing.
The forest is a beautiful place to wander with your kids, family and friends. An afternoon along the trails is more than just exciting—it’s an easy way to work in some exercise and learn a thing or two about the Park’s rich, natural landscape. Expect to see countless varieties of trees, fish and birds along the trails and beautiful waterways.”
Here are a couple of pictures from the forest walk:
After all that exertion climbing the “mountain” and hiking in the “forest”, we definitely deserved brunch. Kenny suggested Toast on Gentilly Boulevard. We hadn’t been before and were ready for somewhere new.
I would happily go back – very well done brunch and interesting drinks.
The rest of the week was relatively low key – a pretty quiet week for a change. Nothing wrong with that. We did watch a couple of movies and series. “Lance”, a documentary about Lance Armstrong was interesting.
He seemed completely unrepentant about doping and then lying about it thousands of times to all kinds of people, almost in a psychopathic manner, a la Trump. Certainly massively egocentric and not learning anything from experience. It’s hard to believe how admired and revered he once was – if only people had known the real Lance – which he seemed quite happy to share in this documentary.
“How to Rob a Bank” was an interesting documentary series. It details the life and approach of Scott Scurlock, the mastermind behind at least 19 bank robberies in Seattle between 1992 and 1996, netting more than $2.6 million. As is typical in these stories, he had to execute “just one last robbery” and then he was finished, and of course that’s the one where he was caught.
Scurlock lived in a treehouse outside Seattle, and led a very quirky existence.
I started “Natchez Burning” by Greg Iles this week, and honestly haven’t made it very far into the lengthy book. I have “Southern Man”, the latest from Iles, on hold at the library, and decided to try this one out while I wait.
Here’s the online recap:
“From #1 New York Times bestselling author Greg Iles comes the first novel in his Natchez Burning trilogy—which also includes The Bone Tree and the upcoming Mississippi Blood—an epic trilogy that interweaves crimes, lies, and secrets past and present in a mesmerizing thriller featuring Southern lawyer and former prosecutor Penn Cage.
Raised in the southern splendor of Natchez, Mississippi, Penn Cage learned all he knows of duty from his father, Dr. Tom Cage. But now the beloved family doctor has been accused of murdering the African American nurse with whom he worked in the dark days of the 1960s. Once a crusading prosecutor, Penn is determined to save his father, but Tom, stubbornly invoking doctor-patient privilege, refuses even to speak in his own defense.
Penn’s quest for the truth sends him deep into his father’s past, where a sexually charged secret lies. More chilling, this long-buried sin is only one thread in a conspiracy of greed and murder involving the vicious Double Eagles, an offshoot of the KKK controlled by some of the most powerful men in the state. Aided by a dedicated reporter privy to Natchez’s oldest secrets and by his fiancée, Caitlin Masters, Penn uncovers a trail of corruption and brutality that places his family squarely in the Double Eagles’ crosshairs.
With every step costing blood and faith, Penn is forced to confront the most wrenching dilemma of his life: Does a man of honor choose his father or the truth?”
A great blues sound from the rising star:
Something tasty from the Yacht Rock genre:
And finally, something knew from a favourite, Luke Winslow King:
Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!