For better or for worse, the South is known for it’s ability to hang onto its past. Sunday, our beloved Saints ended their reign as Superbowl Champions and throughout the city, we remembered the sweet taste of victory last year. A few bars replayed the game before this year’s game and celebrated the moment we first realized we’d won. Continue reading
Tag Archives: I Believe
Everyone loves underdogs, unlikely heros and moments of glory. They tickle the part of us that whispers, “I believe.” They show us that anything can happen. Pigs can fly, hell can freeze over, the Saints can win the Super Bowl. And since anything can happen, maybe they can even win it twice. Who Dat? 2 Dat. Believe Dat!
I’ve blogged a few times about “Why Football Matters,” but I haven’t talked about why the Saints matter. As we once again secure our place in the play-offs by defeating longtime-rivals Atlanta Falcons (ending their 8 game winning streak as well as their 2 year home game winning streak), I am again reminded of all the Saints have battled and how their band of “lesser” draft choices and flat out rejects have become an international symbol for the city’s resilience and indomitable spirit. Continue reading
After a week in Los Angeles, returning to New Orleans felt great. On the plane, I ran into a fellow L.A. to N.O.LA actor who I’d carpooled with to Baton Rouge. I met a woman who’d run major art museums, taught college and painted part of the Ernie K-Doe mural on the (just-shuttered) Mother in Law Lounge. She was beautiful, smart, talented, over 60 and dying of cancer. I liked knowing that we were heading to a town where being older and dying wouldn’t detract from how sexy-cool she is. Continue reading
Thanksgiving day in Los Angeles started like it oughta – in a luxurious backyard jacuzzi. My friend, Janell, has a wonderful tub behind her house, and an uncanny knack for jacuzzi mishaps when I’m hoping for a dip. I optimistically brought my suit but wasn’t surprised to hear upon arrival Monday that the heater was out. Luckily, it was ship shape for my moment of thanks Thursday. I was thankful for jacuzzis, of course, and blue skies, great friends and their children who I’ve known since birth. Continue reading
Today, the oil is on the North Shore of Lake Pontchartrain. It spreads like ravaging cancer now. We know now that tar balls today, without stopping the oil, can mean crude later. It’s beyond heart breaking. It’s day 80 and the only thing that’s certain is that the sun will rise tomorrow and the oil will continue to flow. This is a marathon, not a sprint, so I have to start focusing on the sun rising and find a way to believe that this could get better. Continue reading