Because we recently ditched DirecTV and free digital broadcasting renders all programming as if processed through a Max Headroom filter, between the first and second period of last night’s Stanley Cup Finals game between the Boston Bruins and the Chicago Blackhawks I went to Tracy’s, an Irish pub/sports bar about a half mile from our house. There the hockey game appeared on every other large screen television. It looked like maybe a dozen hockey fans, split evenly between Boston and Chicago fans, with only a couple Blackhawks fans wearing jerseys. The Boston fans seemed to sense their impending loss in their bones, despite a one goal lead late into the third period. One Boston fan, frustrated with the speed of the Blackhawks wingers, pleaded to the Boston players through the televisions: “Hit him! Hit him!” When the Blackhawks scored two goals seventeen seconds apart with about a minute left in the game to take the lead they would not relinquish, there was no pandemonium, aside for the two Blackhawks jersey wearers, a young couple, a woman wearing a black #88 Patrick Kane jersey (he would be named the playoffs MVP) and a man in a red #10 Patrick Sharp jersey. They moved to New Orleans from Chicago only a week ago. They high-fived and hugged each other and took turns to high-five me, providing just the hockey communion I’d hoped for.
Near Saratoga and and Seventh streets in New Orleans it can get a little desolate. There’s a couple adjacent blocks dominated by cemeteries and lots of blighted housing and cement and little shade. There’s been some effort at whimsical public art, which I appreciate, and the area is dotted with sleek, modern-looking houses. On Saratoga there’s also a “Green lot,” “a vacant land demonstration project” by the Jericho Road Episcopal Housing Initiative in conjunction with the Tulane City Center. I take it that it’s meant to serve as a model for other vacant, overgrown lots.
The green lot creates “an edge around the site to give it a sense of ownership,” rebuilds “the urban tree canopy along street edges and in areas that may shade a future building,” all the while leaving the interior of the lot clear for future development. Further, ground cover is established to prevent soil erosion and/or prevent drainage problems.
Unfortunately, someone saw fit to dispose of a mattress on the pristine lot.
We like to think we’re responsible dog owners and upright citizens, so we duly clean up after our dog when he drops a load somewhere. Last month I ordered a bunch of waste bags and today received this email from Amazon seeking feedback:
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I snapped this picture of a Department of Safety & Permits “Stop Work Order” posted on a house a block away from ours. I’d never seen such an order before, despite one being issued on my next door neighbor’s house earlier this year. I remember when that Stop Work Order was posted, Dr. Jared Munster, Director of Safety & Permits, explained in an email that what mattered the most was not the removal of the order but the halting of the illegal construction work:
The Order is supposed to remain posted on the property until the issue is resolved, but people often take them down and bring them to City Hall when they come to remedy the issue. As long as work does not continue it’s not particularly a problem that the notice is not posted on the structure.
Dedra and I made it out to the Bayou Boogalou Festival Sunday to catch FiYiYi and the Hot 8 Brass Band. One thing that’s different about Bayou Boogalou than other neighborhood festivals in New Orleans is it seems to draw a lot more dogs. Maybe it’s a Midcity thing, I don’t know. Early on I noticed these two dogs hanging out: