Author: Shamus Rohn

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_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”. ...

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...

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