When I got back to town, I could have sworn my neighborhood bar looked a little different. What is safe? The shutters were new, I thought, not just the paint. I remembered at Christmas, seeing the lights around the window, seeing the bar stools up on the bar. A security thing? But I couldn’t find [...]
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A few weeks back I told someone that working in LA and thinking about New Orleans was like splitting my brain into two halves of a grapefruit and trying to eat them simultaneously. Well, even though it’s a ludicrous metaphor, I’m still proud that the LA half of my grapefruit did some good work lately. [...]
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someone left 3 Miller High Lifes on my front porch. I’m assuming it’s a gift for my subletter — the whole neighborhood loves the guy — and not an obscure civic ritual. The only time it’s pleasant to step outside the front door is once you’re beyond the sun’s reach. Last summer I had the [...]
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