New Orleans is in the midst of an election season. Around here, we elect just about every public servant above the rank of dog catcher. Among the contests (I just learned today) is that for coroner. The incumbent is Dr. Frank Minyard; the challenger is Dr. Dwight McKenna.
Now, the timing of this particular election makes it tough on candidates challenging incumbents. They’re competing with both Carnival and a Super Bowl featuring the Saints. So Dr. McKenna has to figure out how to grab the voters’ attention. I believe he has got this problem solved. (Hat tip to Library Chronicles.)
Thanks to winning a race many years ago, I’m the proud owner of this vintage Saints jersey—not a fan replica, but the real deal from the Saints locker room. Whenever I’ve worn it, though, I’ve been asked, “Why number 5?” The answer has always been a long story. No more. As of last night, I became the proud owner of a Garrett Hartley jersey, perhaps the only one in the world in vintage, Dome-Patrol Era style.
While searching for the Kermit video, I came across this music video of Theresa Andersson performing Birds Fly Away. A little over a year ago, I posted another performance of this song, recorded live in Theresa’s kitchen. This version is lip-synched rather than live, but we get to see more of Ms. Andersson’s lovely countenance.
“A time will come when a politician who has willfully made war and promoted international dissension will be as sure of the dock and much surer of the noose than a private homicide. It is not reasonable that those who gamble with men’s lives should not stake their own.” —H.G. Wells.
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