Sheryl Crow once opined that she liked a good beer buzz early in the morning, and I have to agree with her there. You have to be careful, of course, and neither overdo it, or become accustomed to it. No one likes a drunk. But if you can limit your excesses to the occasional excursion into daylight inebriation, it can be quite enjoyable.
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Peter and the House of Hové
Part of a series of essays on New Orleans. Peter is a character. This does not make him special, or even cause him to stand out in a city such as New Orleans, which is filled to the brim with characters. It is, in fact, a city of characters, as…
A Thin Veil
If you told me that New Orleans did not actually exist, but was merely a figment of my imagination, an unlikely fever dream as illogical as it was fantastical, I just might believe you. There’s something not quite reliable about my own accounts from my visits to that shadowy swamp of food and festivities, let alone the accounts of others.
A Pub At The End Of The World
Throughout my many travels, I’ve always found a pub when I needed it the most.
The Preacher, The Poker Player, And Poppy
These journal entries were written around two decades ago, over the course of several years. My journal from a Texas hunting camp When I close my eyes, I no longer have visions of deer picking their way through the trees, and the voices in my head have completely stopped, but every…