To be engaged in some small way in the revival of one of the great cities of the world is to live a meaningful existence by default.

we dance even if there's no radio. we drink at funerals. we talk too much & laugh too loud & live too large, and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't.

I'm not going to lay down in words the lure of this place. Every great writer in the land, from Faulkner to Twain to Rice to Ford, has tried to do it and fallen short. It is impossible to capture the essence, tolerance, and spirit of south Louisiana in words and to try is to roll down a road of clichés, bouncing over beignets and beads and brass bands and it just is what it is. It is home.

Even at the End of Days, there will be lap dancing.

If you cannot improve upon the silence, do not speak.

Time is running out for the climate

It is impossible to capture the essence, tolerance, and spirit of south Louisiana in words.