September 2009

My car died last night.  Right in the Lowe’s parking lot.  With help from a friend with a pickup, I got it back to my street where it will set until I find someone to buy it off of the internet, or until I get...

[caption id="attachment_48" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="A gutted home in the Lower 9th  "][/caption] So we did a part of the lower 9th last week.  We’re in between neighborhoods and we’re scoping out our next canvass.  That’s how we do it; pick a whole neighborhood and search every...

[caption id="attachment_45" align="alignright" width="483" caption="Searching for squatters in an abandoned apartment building"][/caption] We surveyed an abandoned apartment complex this week. A story ran in the newspaper with neighbors complaining that the complex in question was teeming with both vermin and squatters. Fortunately, this distinction means that...

“Mike and I are going to be checking out an encampment on the Algiers Levee tonight.”  I inserted this into the general goodbye-banter between two people who’ve grown familiar with each other  – amidst such standard stuff as “good night”, “be safe” and “see you tomorrow”. ...

It’s a fine line between a brilliant idea and intrusive noise. I think we crossed it when you strategically gutted your last apartment with your elbow....

You never know who you are going to meet on our streets. We were standing outside the Royal Sonnesta on Bourbon Street for a fundraiser. Mike was smoking a cigarette and I was watching people passing by wearing Mardi Gras beads and drinking hurricanes. Tuesday night...