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A nobody; a nitwit; a pilot; a motorcyclist; a raconteur; a lover...of life - who loves to laugh, who tries to not take myself (or anything) too seriously...just a normal guy who knows his place in the universe by being in touch with my spiritual side. What more is there?

08 November 2008


...Or, New Orleans, Louisiana. Nobody pronounces it that way verbally, but it is often referred as such in print. And it's where I am tonight. We came over on Friday for the weekend. Landed right at the Superdome, which has a nice little heliport that's open 24/7 (and even has fuel!). It's never busy. The couple of times we've been here, I've never seen another helicopter. And it is so convenient.

Around midday today I flew Boss up to Baton Rouge so he could attend the Alabama/LSU oh-my-God, nail-biting-to-the-end, cliff-hanging college football game. The Crimson Tide did prevail, but only barely. We left Baton Rouge at around 8:20 for the 35 minute flight back. Fortunately, we had the wind on our tail. Good thing - Boss had a 9:00 dinner reservation. Night flying, especially around big cities, is enchanting. It's really something to see, and photographs simply do not do it justice.

So the Boss is off...wherever. I'm about to go wander around the French Quarter. My King Air pilot buddy Cass suggested a place called the Acme Oyster House, and the Boss heartily concurred. Luckily, my hotel is within walking-distance of the Quarter, the Oyster House is a mere couple of blocks away.

A lot of people love New Orleans. I'm kind of ambivalent about it. I mean, yeah it's cool and all...I don't know...I'm just not all that enthralled. The French Quarter - which is about all that's left of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina destroyed the city in 2005 - is so touristy and fake that walking down Bourbon Street gives one the impression of being at Disney World...a sick, demented, perverted Disney World. It just seems like a movie set to me.

We're not leaving until late tomorrow (Sunday). So I'll go grab some oysters and a beer or two...err, twelve, and then wander around seeing what kind of trouble I can get into. Surely there has to be a sleazy, smokey club where there are some authentic, old-timey New Orleans jazz musicians playing, huh? I mean, in a town like this, why settle for a run-of-the-mill "cover band?"


Bob said...

Concur with your feelings about NOLA. Some great food and music (let us know what you found, btw) but other that, once you've seen it . . . well you've seen it.

My older son and I watched that game. Being Auburn fans, and being in the middle of one of the worst seasons in years, we have equal disdain for both LSU and Bama. So good for the Crimson Tide. Saban has produced another winner.

Hal Johnson said...

I've been making the commute to the Gulf for going on nine years now, since the Santa Barbara base closed. I've been to the French Quarter twice. It was fun, yeah, but just not alluring enough to go to the trouble all that often.

Guanaja Sharon said...

So glad you had a good evening and I'm sure that somewhere in NOLA you found some Jazz!
Too bad you didn't take time to go visit Jack and Darien who have a beautiful home in the French Quarter. Of course, as people of the Quarter, they either were entertaining, out being entertained or having a drink. I'm sure they would have loved to have seen and talked to you. So, next time you get there - look them up!
Oh, by the way, have a wonderful Thanksgiving and I assume you will not spend it in New York!

Redlefty said...

We haven't been back since Katrina hit. I'm curious how much has changed.

That was an awesome football game.