History, people, fables and critical essays on the 24/7 life of the French Quarter. “The great music of the city is…when you say good morning and good evening.” (Mr. Jerome Smith)
I had a feeling that KGP (City Council for the FQ) was going to allow solar panels. Look-if you want to get picky about it, then take the Victorian bric brac off and lose the indoor bathrooms and kitchens! Solar panels should be taken seriously, even by those French Quarter residents who think charm comes from roofing materials. Push or pull those huffy residents screaming all of the way to the 21st century whenever possible and keep our old city vibrant rather than becoming a total anachronism no one can afford to live in.
Just saw GD on the street-more precisely, at her gate chatting politely with her can man. Told her of the latest kerfuffle in her village.
“Solar panels?” said she. “How marvelous. Another way to become independent of the carpetbaggers soiling our Gulf. I must go and see them when they are raised.” She turned to go back in and looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. “Why not all along the river?”
I thought, why not indeed?
Just saw GD on the street-more precisely, at her gate chatting politely with her can man. Told her of the latest kerfuffle in her village.
“Solar panels?” said she. “How marvelous. Another way to become independent of the carpetbaggers soiling our Gulf. I must go and see them when they are raised.” She turned to go back in and looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. “Why not all along the river?”
I thought, why not indeed?