I will say this:

The Saints are losing by less every week. Let's call that progress.

Tales from the RTA

With any luck, this will be the first in a series.

Tonight on the way back uptown (around 8:30), I had an interesting, repetitive conversation with a drunk man on the bus. At various times he: bet me a hundred dollars the Saints will still make it to the Superbowl; asked me to guess how old he was (he did this twice, so I blew his mind the second time by correctly saying he was 54); asked me why I wasn't married with kids yet; offered to mow my lawn; criticized (I think) the people who came down to New Orleans after Katrina to help gut houses but then went home; said I would be mayor some day; and said that when we close our eyes, there is no more black and white. Turns out he lives three blocks away from me. If he said his name, I did not catch it.

Don't see that every day

Things are different here.

Yes, there are drive-through daiquiri shops in Louisiana. I think it is good to be reminded from time to time that what we take for granted here is outlandish and unbelievable to residents of other states. This outside view cuts both ways.