Come Quickly, Be A Hero
That's the way my tenure in New Orleans started, ten years ago, with the FBI busting cops running a cocaine/heroin ring. Yesterday 13 (only one actually) New Orleans policemen were accused of running such a drug ring, and stealing citizens SS #s to activate cell phones they used in communicating with each other, and suppliers. Maybe that's why that gangbanger was leaving all those messages on my phone. Identity theft, go figure. Hey, you can have me, part and parcel.
Alas, I am not in New Orleans, I am in Rappahannock now, and can offer no seedy details about the goings on of criminal minds, except my own.
I would now like to adumbrate for you the local eating scene.
One place I go has consistently delicious food, and coffee, nice humans, and offers calming mountain views driving there.
Lately I have been having for breakfast just coffee and toast here at the big house.
For lunch yesterday I went somewhere else around here and had the special. Canned green beans, mashed potatoes with packaged brown gravy and a pork roast sandwich served on white bread sliced diagonally and drenched over the top with same brown gravy. I am not crazy in love about what happens to commercial white loaf bread when it is wetted in any fashion, so it is finally coming around to be a good thing that I started losing my eyesight three years ago. I ate in a hurry and then had peach cobbler ala mode, a dessert from this establishment recently given notice in the NY Times. I know a couple of people just off the top of my head who make better cobbler but what am I, a critic?
Last night around sunset I made the drive down Fodderstack road to an adjoining town, the road is a bit narrow, but traveled by few, and offers that bucolic beauty thing which is so abundant around here as to make one feel almost decadent for being privy to it. They make an ok cheeseburger and serve, along with a couple of others, Guinness, Stella Artois, and New Castle on tap, but the small TVs up inside the bar are not that conducive to enjoyable sports viewing and the bartender was prone to asking stupid questions, like--so what brought you in here tonite to which how am I going to answer any other way?--I was hungry. He mentioned something about it being open mike night, maybe he thought, given my long hair, that I was one of those musician types, I get that sometimes, but all I could offer him was the opinion that won't that live music conflict with baseball on TV?
There's another restaurant, in another direction, more small green mountains around it, and the food is not very good, but the men's bathroom has two urinals in addition to a toilet and the urinals are separated by a full length splatter/privacy guard, which is a thing I like in my public restrooms. I would really like for this restaurant to be better because it purports to make one of my favorite foods. I believe I know some people or at least people who know people who could do a better job in the kitchen, no offense, and if J*se in Austin could come out here and bring somebody who can cook really well, or just average would be an improvement, I would really appreciate it. But you gotta hurry man, they ain't gonna last long at their current level of mediocrity. Whomever you bring will like it here and will possibly be celebrated as heroes.
Only 1 documented drug-dealing cop yesterday in NOLA; other 12 were just run-of-the-mill heroin and cocain dealers. But the cop was no slouch: he was responsible for checking out the cell phone numbers via NOPD computer to insure they belonged to innocent citizens.
Further up Bienville, away from your hood and closer to Delgado, at Mick's Irish Pub, they serve Guiness and New Castle, and there's no open mic night, though I once saw two female construction workers who stood toe to toe with a local drunk and matched shots of Jaeger. Mick's is an ideal sports viewing location. I was handed both remotes when I inquired about a football game, then screamed at by the construction workers when I didn't know which direction ESPN was located on the 100+ channel dial. Food was free, as I recall. Chopped up muffalettas. Also seemed to be a mid-range craps game and bookmaking scheme run by Mary, the oh-so-cute Irish lass who tended bar between accusing the patrons of being dickheads.
Oh yeah, well that sounds nice, Micks. I think it's a law they have to serve Guinness at Irish bars. 4800 block sounds like a pretty good meeting point between the two of us, see you there for NFL playoffs in January. But please ask Mary not to call me a dickhead, at least until she knows me better.
And yeah, I misread, so one cop, big deal, huh? Two years of investigation to get one cop, that sounds about like my progress on this job out here, and this guy's kidding right-- U.S. Attorney Jim Letten complimented the agencies (the FBI's Gang Task Force and the NOPD Public Integrity Bureau) for "working together in a seamless partnership to cripple and ultimately eradicate the illegal drug trade in New Orleans."
Looks like I'll be flying through Atlanta in a couple of weeks. From over here the left coast, GA looks pretty close to VA. What's your nearest airport? Smedley or Five Forks?
Dulles, but you can fly into them other places too and if they're on the map I might find em.
Perhaps the weekend of the 24th. I'll let you know more.
That's fine Mark, yahoo me.
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That's the way my tenure in New Orleans started, ten years ago, with the FBI busting cops running a cocaine/heroin ring. Yesterday 13 (only one actually) New Orleans policemen were accused of running such a drug ring, and stealing citizens SS #s to activate cell phones they used in communicating with each other, and suppliers. Maybe that's why that gangbanger was leaving all those messages on my phone. Identity theft, go figure. Hey, you can have me, part and parcel.
Alas, I am not in New Orleans, I am in Rappahannock now, and can offer no seedy details about the goings on of criminal minds, except my own.
I would now like to adumbrate for you the local eating scene.
One place I go has consistently delicious food, and coffee, nice humans, and offers calming mountain views driving there.
Lately I have been having for breakfast just coffee and toast here at the big house.
For lunch yesterday I went somewhere else around here and had the special. Canned green beans, mashed potatoes with packaged brown gravy and a pork roast sandwich served on white bread sliced diagonally and drenched over the top with same brown gravy. I am not crazy in love about what happens to commercial white loaf bread when it is wetted in any fashion, so it is finally coming around to be a good thing that I started losing my eyesight three years ago. I ate in a hurry and then had peach cobbler ala mode, a dessert from this establishment recently given notice in the NY Times. I know a couple of people just off the top of my head who make better cobbler but what am I, a critic?
Last night around sunset I made the drive down Fodderstack road to an adjoining town, the road is a bit narrow, but traveled by few, and offers that bucolic beauty thing which is so abundant around here as to make one feel almost decadent for being privy to it. They make an ok cheeseburger and serve, along with a couple of others, Guinness, Stella Artois, and New Castle on tap, but the small TVs up inside the bar are not that conducive to enjoyable sports viewing and the bartender was prone to asking stupid questions, like--so what brought you in here tonite to which how am I going to answer any other way?--I was hungry. He mentioned something about it being open mike night, maybe he thought, given my long hair, that I was one of those musician types, I get that sometimes, but all I could offer him was the opinion that won't that live music conflict with baseball on TV?
There's another restaurant, in another direction, more small green mountains around it, and the food is not very good, but the men's bathroom has two urinals in addition to a toilet and the urinals are separated by a full length splatter/privacy guard, which is a thing I like in my public restrooms. I would really like for this restaurant to be better because it purports to make one of my favorite foods. I believe I know some people or at least people who know people who could do a better job in the kitchen, no offense, and if J*se in Austin could come out here and bring somebody who can cook really well, or just average would be an improvement, I would really appreciate it. But you gotta hurry man, they ain't gonna last long at their current level of mediocrity. Whomever you bring will like it here and will possibly be celebrated as heroes.
- jimlouis 10-09-2003 5:42 pm
Only 1 documented drug-dealing cop yesterday in NOLA; other 12 were just run-of-the-mill heroin and cocain dealers. But the cop was no slouch: he was responsible for checking out the cell phone numbers via NOPD computer to insure they belonged to innocent citizens.
Further up Bienville, away from your hood and closer to Delgado, at Mick's Irish Pub, they serve Guiness and New Castle, and there's no open mic night, though I once saw two female construction workers who stood toe to toe with a local drunk and matched shots of Jaeger. Mick's is an ideal sports viewing location. I was handed both remotes when I inquired about a football game, then screamed at by the construction workers when I didn't know which direction ESPN was located on the 100+ channel dial. Food was free, as I recall. Chopped up muffalettas. Also seemed to be a mid-range craps game and bookmaking scheme run by Mary, the oh-so-cute Irish lass who tended bar between accusing the patrons of being dickheads.
- Ross (guest) 10-09-2003 9:05 pm [add a comment]
Oh yeah, well that sounds nice, Micks. I think it's a law they have to serve Guinness at Irish bars. 4800 block sounds like a pretty good meeting point between the two of us, see you there for NFL playoffs in January. But please ask Mary not to call me a dickhead, at least until she knows me better.
- jimlouis 10-10-2003 12:11 am [add a comment]
And yeah, I misread, so one cop, big deal, huh? Two years of investigation to get one cop, that sounds about like my progress on this job out here, and this guy's kidding right-- U.S. Attorney Jim Letten complimented the agencies (the FBI's Gang Task Force and the NOPD Public Integrity Bureau) for "working together in a seamless partnership to cripple and ultimately eradicate the illegal drug trade in New Orleans."
- jimlouis 10-10-2003 12:22 am [1 comment]
Looks like I'll be flying through Atlanta in a couple of weeks. From over here the left coast, GA looks pretty close to VA. What's your nearest airport? Smedley or Five Forks?
- mark 10-10-2003 1:57 am [add a comment]
Dulles, but you can fly into them other places too and if they're on the map I might find em.
- jimlouis 10-10-2003 3:16 am [add a comment]
Perhaps the weekend of the 24th. I'll let you know more.
- mark 10-10-2003 3:38 am [add a comment]
That's fine Mark, yahoo me.
- jimlouis 10-10-2003 3:24 pm [add a comment]