New Orleans

  • The Lost Week

    So, this week was a wash.  I came down with the bug Wednesday night, and The Professor followed suit about two hours after me.  We were up all that night ill, and spent…

  • Peeping

    I am a peeping Thomasina.  I look in people’s windows.  Do you do this? I’m not interested in the people – I’d rather they not be there, so I can look more openly.…

  • Halcyon Days

    Having just paid approximately the value of one month’s utility bills in order to eat grease-covered vegetables at the undergraduate student center, I am now whiling away the last few seconds of my…

  • A Pillar of Salt

    “My parents were in Mississippi at their farm.  They thought they’d be safer there than in the city.  They weren’t answering their phones, and I heard on the radio that their town had a direct…