ShantyboatChronicles
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Breaking the Quarter Rule
I swore I wouldn’t go into the Quarter–especially not Bourbon, with all its touristy kitsch. But promises can either be helpful or they can be chains. So we break the rules. Woke up, slammed a coffee, and got right to it: trailering Dotty for her trip to Cincinnati. After that, we owed ourselves something good.…
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First Night on Frenchmen
First night in New Orleans and we did what any sensible person would do—headed straight for Frenchmen Street. The brass was loud, the crowd was sweaty, and the music was everything. We caught sets at d.b.a., Spotted Cat, and Blue Nile—three flavors of New Orleans magic, from tight trad jazz to full-blast brass chaos. No…
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Scenes from Morgan City
Salt air, shrimp boats, and history. Scenes from around Morgan City with our pal Angela.
