Sunday, August 28, 2005

Katrina

My staff and I are hunkered down, broadcasting as long as the power stays on and/or the gas in the generator runs out and I'm taking this time to clear my thoughts:

New Orleans is my home. I grew into a man in this city. I was away for awhile and sometimes when you are away...well you forget how special a place can be. For all of the problems in this wonderful maddening city, one thing has never changed...the character of the city, the people and yes the actual structures that have been here for over 150 years. Tonight those things are still here...tomorrow they probably will not be. Most of the people have left the city, which is a great thing because come Monday, New Orleans will not be the same city it is right now.

Yes Im feeling frightened because the storm that is on the way will devastate one of the greatest cities in the world and I will miss it. Katrina please go somewhere else.

Will write later during the storm if possible.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Gas

Everytime I turn on the local news, I get over run with breathless reporters "live on location" at some gas station around town. The purpose of these "live shots" is to inform the masses that gas prices are higher than they have been in the past. I just don't get it. Since when did high gas prices become a lead story? It might be one thing if gas was 5 bucks a gallon or such. That is not the case. So riddle me this....Is gas being higher really a news story? If you drive a vehicle don't you already know that gas prices are high? Don't these "reporters" have something better to do or report about or inform the masses about other than "gas prices are higher"....how about more information on how the city is trying to get the murder rate down? Oh wait, the city would actually have to be trying to lower the murder rate for that story...4,6,8,and 26....please please please instead of trying to create news how about you report on something that isn't obvious to every driver in the city? Thanks

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Satchmo

Do you even know who Satchmo is? Louis Armstrong is Satchmo. If your not from New Orleans or a big Jazz (not the NBA kind) fan , then you probably did not know Armstrong as Satchmo. Here in New Orleans, we like to pretty much celebrate anything and in August we celebrate the life of Satchmo with a festival in the French Quarter. I love jazz and live festivals so of course I was there both days. And this isn't really about Satchmo. It's about fat worthless people who ride Vespia's. I am a bike rider. Yes, old fashion bike riding....two wheels, handlebars, seat, etc....no motor type of bike rider.....thats where the Vespia freaks come in. While riding home after the Satchmo fest...yes sober too- shocking...a rather large behinded women on a Vespia, thinking she owned the road since he bike had a motor, ran me off the road on Esplanade. How do I know she was a hog? All I could see as I lifted my face off the asphalt was her two large humongous butt cheeks hanging off either side of her little Vespia. I have never felt so sorry for a piece of machinery in my life....She had to weigh more than the Vespia. Here's my point....If your so fat that your excess baggage is hanging over the sides of a Vespia....splurge a little and by a Ford Focus.....Why you ask? # 1 so I won't get run over anymore and #2 spare the rest of New Orleans the sight of your Diet Coke drinking, Rally's triple cheeseburger eating butt wearing the tires out on one of those motored bicycles.