Tead's Indoor-ish, Winter, Hempy, OGK, SOG

Hahaha! I wish to God I'd been there to watch. Good for you. Lol! Silly child. :battingeyelashes:

I don't do such things often... but the noisy ones always seem to me to be noisy to fill the empty space between their ears... so they tend to catch a touch of my attention. Plus, the noisy ones are always easy targets.
The little ladies calmly passing out pamphlets on Poydras... they're safe. The dude with a megaphone on Canal that spends hours every day preaching... he's safe too. I can handle all the normal religious outlets, but when they feel the need to deliver, I feel free to open the spillway a bit and let the waters of Tead's world dampen their toes.


In some parts of the country, probably in most. If the lease agreement does not specifically state the security deposit can be used as a rent deposit, then it cannot be retained by the landlord for any other purpose.

Depending on your lease, he has an actionable legal case.


hmmmm.... I've been thru the dance in 3 different major municipalities in 3 different states. I've not run into this idea at all.
Generally, one sees the issue phrased as 'damages' with the definition of 'damages' including both financial and physical. I admit, my sample size is only 3, but it's a concept I've never seen a deviation from so I feel pretty firm in my understanding of the ideas. Of course, I like to listen to folks like Rad, so I double checked my understanding of 'damage' locally and I'm correct... at least in Orleans Parish 'damage' includes financial and physical.

Now, there is an odd quirk that perhaps could form a stumbling block in one's interpretation of the situation. Eviction courts in many areas don't deal with the financial aspect of things. Eviction only covers physical habitation in our area. Recovery of monies to cover damages beyond the deposit will require a separate action in a civil court (i.e. small claims). This seems to vary in different locations pretty wildly from what I've seen.

Keep those sorts of words flowing my way.... it can be dicey in that world with quite a few land mines. I'm in a situation with the tenant on the other 1/2 of my double where they've been letting a guest stay for a really long time... long enough to form a legal definition of 'occupant'.... which of course extends him tenant rights, and that just doesn't make for a happy Tead.

Meh! Damn tenants and their amateur tricks. It's an endless lineup. Some day, the machine will generate enough output to pay someone else to do Tead's job.... and Tead will head off to his bikini populated island.
 
Personal responsibility.....that value system seems to get misplaced too frequently. When our daughter moved her beloved in she kept silent for two weeks. At that point she contacted the landlord to set up a meeting to explain the new occupant and add him to the lease.

My understanding of my own responsibility as a tenant is that if I screw up to the point that you had to have me evicted I relinquish my security deposit. Takes balls to step forward and do what your tenant did. Sorry, but his mother didn't raise him well. :straightface: we have a tenant in the building who tried to balk at the $300 water bill she got hit with for letting her daughter and her family of three adults and FIVE children from infant to 17 years old stay in her one-bedroom apartment for a month. She stayed with her husband during that time.

She was helping her daughter out. What could be wrong with that? :straightface:

She avoided eviction this time. My landlord is so thankful to have the three apartments in this building rented by me and two other family members. Over 11 years in my part of paying rent on time and treating the place as though it was my own. That sense of shared responsibility to keep the place safe and livable isn't always reflected in his other tenants.

Ahhh....the thrill of entrepreneurship. :cheesygrinsmiley:
 
Takes balls to step forward and do what your tenant did. Sorry, but his mother didn't raise him well.

Honestly, I see so much of it so often. We have a really under educated population core. It plays out bad everywhere.... including child rearing. The only reasonable goal that seems within reach is trying to provide a nutritious diet. Generations upon generations of traditionally uneducated humans. Some traditional ways that we seem to hang onto are just so friggin evil on so many levels.
 
Well... Tead had a little information gift fall into his world this morning. The rental with the eviction looming... his wife apparently moved out a few months ago. Tead can only imagine that the relationship between him and his other half might be a touch sensitive at this point in time. Too bad he never notified us of any occupancy change or asked to have his lease modified... all original signers are still on the lease.
Tead calls that leverage. Evil... I know... but nice to keep in my pocket.
 
So his world has fallen apart. Poor soul. :hugs: That doesn't exempt one from the consequences of one's actions, does it? Drug addiction....... Alcohol is a killer. I always told my children to choose your addictions carefully, and to always consider cannabis first, because you won't get addicted. The son's an Army officer, making cannabis off limits. Thankfully he's a happy drunk. :straightface:
 
Our local newspaper is no shining light of journalism. Sure, they suffer from the standard degradation of print, but I can't say I've ever been impressed. Today appears different. I try not to share this sort of stuff... this article is so powerful... I must. It's very honest and accurate, tho some of it's characters practice much of the previously spoken of delusional behavior.
Oh.... and it's long as crap... feel free to take a pass.


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18 years in Central City: An education in violence, drugs, isolation and hope

Candince McMillian sat in the living room of the one-story house at the corner of Fourth and Dryades with one of her friends, celebrating the start of her new life. Just days earlier, the 22-year-old had purchased her New Orleans starter home, a three-bedroom, two-bathroom shotgun, for $80,000.

She admits she knew little about Central City at the time, having bought the property without so much as driving around the neighborhood to see whether it was safe. Then two bullets ripped through her front door.

"I was like, 'Oh Lord, I got to get the hell from around here,'" McMillian said. "I was in total shock."

This world of gun, violence, and drugs was not one she was accustomed to, having grown up in a safe, working class Uptown community. But she learned fast.

Eighteen years later, McMillian, now 40, points to a spot on the sidewalk outside a Fourth Street apartment building she owns, one of more than 20 buildings she renovated in the neighborhood. This is where Keisha "Keedy" Love was shot to death, she says, recalling the grisly image of the young woman lying face down next to a bicycle, her body in plain sight of children playing nearby.

There are dozens of spots like this throughout the eight-block area McMillian calls home. There's one in an apartment where a stray bullet fatally struck Norma Perez in February, and another on a second-floor balcony near where Maurice Sparkman was killed in 2014.

McMillian has known most of the people who died on these spots, eight over the past seven years, including an additional six people who survived being shot. The death and violence was too much at first, she said.

Her initial impulse was to move and never look back. But, instead, the college graduate with a master's degree in philosophy staked her ground and committed herself to understanding the people who inhabited what she called a "forsaken and abandoned" community.

Over the course of the ensuing two decades, McMillian witnessed a never-ending cycle of tragedy and death. It all seemed so senseless, she said. Over time, though, she came to know the murderers and robbers, the junkies and victims. Many were "spiritless and loveless," beaten down by "economic disadvantages, educational disparities, and social isolation," McMillian said. But she also saw in some of the most hardened of hearts a glimmer of hope, a yearning for something more.

It was through these relationships that McMillian came to realize that human connection and opportunity could be the key to change.

"For the past 18 years, I've had a front row seat to a terrible reality, to a world that's full of hopelessness, disappointment, anger, poverty, distrust and general oppression," McMillian said. "Eighteen years later, I know, without a doubt, God placed me here for a reason."

All I know is the shooting. I saw fire.'

On a recent Monday afternoon, McMillian walked from her home in the 2600 block of Dryades Street to the 2400 block, one of the last remaining areas in the neighborhood where she says drugs are still openly sold.

A group of men and women sat underneath a tree in an empty lot, drinking beers wrapped in paper bags and smoking Marlboro Reds with the filters ripped off. Among them was 39-year-old Troy Lee.

Lee sat in a red transport chair from Tulane Medical Center, the tips of his fingers and toes peeking out from the casts that wrapped his left hand and foot. He wore a black tattered President Obama T-shirt. The name "Veronica" was tattooed across the front of his neck and "Kendia" across the right side -- his girlfriend and daughter, respectively.

"Lee was shot five times on the night of Feb. 10: twice in the foot, twice in his hand and once in the back of his leg. Just before dusk, someone driving a dark-colored sedan slowly rolled past the corner of Second and Dryades streets and opened fire on a group of people.

When the shooting stopped, five people were left bleeding on the pavement. Some escaped with minor wounds. Two were hit multiple times, including Lee."

One bullet ripped through the exterior wall of a green apartment building and into a first-floor unit where it fatally wounded Norma Perez Lino. She had recently moved from Honduras with her 13-year-old daughter, to be reunited with her longtime boyfriend and father of her child, who has been in New Orleans for a decade working at McMillian's construction company.

"It didn't shock me or any member of this community that that occurred down there," McMillian said of that stretch of Central City. "I think that speaks volumes."
Central City, New Orleans: Through the eyes of neighborhood resident Candince McMillian

The neighborhood is one of the city's poorest communities. Its residents, 72.4 percent of whom are African American, live in households where the average income is just under $36,000, according to the Data Center.

With that poverty comes violence. Last year, 10 percent of the city's 175 recorded murders took place in Central City.

Just across St. Charles Avenue, four blocks from Dryades Street, is the Garden District and its stately antebellum mansions. There the residents are 88.4 percent Caucasian and have an average household income of $151,000. There were no recorded murders in 2016.

Lee spent nine days in the hospital after being shot, and endured three surgeries. Doctors gave him a prescription for pain medication, but he said he couldn't afford to fill it. Instead, he had been taking Motrin, which is advertised as providing "relief for minor muscle aches."

"I don't know who it was. None of that," Lee said, shifting his weight in his chair, moaning as he tried to alleviate some of his pain. "All I know is the shooting. I saw fire. A bullet exploded in my feet. I ain't know bullets explode in your feet."

McMillian asked Lee for the prescription the doctors gave him. He handed her the piece of paper. "I'll take care of this for you," she said.

As she walked back home, Lee's prescription in hand, McMillian remembered her frame of mind before she moved to Central City. She was "very judgmental" of people who might be on government assistance, who abused narcotics or were involved in drug dealing and violence.

"I tell people all the time, as a black American, if I didn't want to be associated with those blacks, I can only imagine how my white counterparts think."

'It's like living amongst zombies'

McMillian was raised by a "hands on, affectionate" mother and grandmother in a safe and working class neighborhood on General Pershing Street. When it came time to pick a college, she eyed schools like Xavier or Dillard universities, but her mother insisted otherwise.

"My mom was like, listen if you're going to make it in this world you have to get away from here."

She was accepted to Sweet Briar College, a small school in Virginia.

"I had never been out of New Orleans. It was just this beautiful campus with all these trees and these hills and all these faces I had never seen because it's really diverse. I was just really blown away and said, 'This is the place for me.' It literally changed my life."

After graduation, McMillian attended Tulane University where she got her masters in epistemology, a branch of philosophy that studies the nature and limits of human knowledge.

While studying at Tulane, a friend told her the best way to make money was to buy cheap properties, renovate them and resell them. She bought her first house at 22. Her mortgage was $580 and her tenant in the back paid $550, allowing her to save money and buy her next property, a four-plex on Thalia Street for $12,000.

The violent nature of the community quickly revealed itself. McMillian was returning home from classes at Tulane University one night when she saw yellow police tape, flashing red and blue lights, and the silhouettes of police officers congregating on her corner. Her neighbors were gathered on the outskirts of the scene.

As she walked closer, McMillian said she recognized the boy lying in the street. She looked around, at the faces of her neighbors, expecting to find sadness or sympathy. Instead, she found an absence of emotion.

This was her initial struggle, McMillian said, trying to comprehend how people got to the point where it seemed as if life and death, even their own, no longer mattered.

"People were just so overwhelmed with their own sense of hopelessness. They were spiritless and loveless. It's like living amongst zombies."

'I don't have time for a dream'

Across the street from McMillian's house lived a "big-time drug dealer." She said, "He was always very nice to me but he was scary because he had these gold teeth and he was really dark and never smiled."

There was a man named Melvin in his late 20s and he worked for him. One day he walked up to McMillian and said, "You do the construction stuff? I want to do that."

McMillian put him to work, gutting houses, painting, unloading and loading construction materials. As they spent more time together, McMillian said that Melvin began to tell her about his life.

He lived with his mother and grandmother, McMillian said. By the time he reached his mid-teens, he felt it was his responsibility to provide for the household. He got the only job he felt qualified for and that paid well, a corner boy working for drug dealers.

He stayed with it for years, eventually falling in love with the lifestyle. But as he grew older, he wanted a straight job, a profession that would teach him skills and provide a lasting career.

He had no education, though, no marketable skills and a criminal record, McMillian said.

"Melvin gave me the framework and then I saw it over and over and over and over again with the young black boys in this community."

Melvin also made McMillian realize that she had the means to help. He saw there was a successful businesswoman living in his own community and that inspired him. He wanted what she had and he was willing to work for it. And if he saw that, surely others noticed to, and were willing to do the same.

"I've had people straight up tell me, 'I don't have time for a dream. What that mean? I might have had a dream but then my kids came along and my mom got killed and my dad went to jail.' But when you expose them to a different situation and they see an alternative, it allows those dreams to come back up."

'I was praying for him while he took his last breaths'

In the 14 years McMillian has lived in Central City, she said she's bought and renovated more than 20 properties, turning some into affordable apartments, and selling the others. She said she's employed dozens of young men and women from the community, making sure at the end of each day, everyone gets paid. Because she knows from talking to Melvin that their needs are immediate, and they can't wait two weeks for payroll to kick in.

"I tell them, you may not have all of the money you had in your pocket from when you was hustling. But you have your peace of mind."

McMillian also bought a bar located across the street from her house and turned it into Exodus Place Community Center where she offers mentoring, tutoring, computer skills and job training. She hosts annual holiday parties there, too, handing out presents, food and clothing to the neighborhood families.

McMillian, however, is aware of her limitations.

"I had two boys at my door this morning and this one boy asked me for a job opportunity and I don't have it for him. What the hell is he going to do?"

McMillian said the boy reminded her of the two deaths that weigh on her conscience the most: 28-year-old Maurice Sparkman and 25-year-old Jowanda "Muff" Netter. She described Sparkman as a troubled man "leading a real negative lifestyle," but somebody who was always trying to turn things around, and always seemed to ask her for work when there was none to give.

Walking through her neighborhood on a recent weekday, McMillian stopped at a small apartment building in the 2500 block of Dryades Street, just two blocks from her own home, and pointed to the second-floor balcony. That's where she found Sparkman, she said.

It was about 4 p.m. Dec. 3, 2014. McMillian was working on the second story of her house when she heard a series of gunshots and someone yell, "They got Maurice!" She ran down Dryades Street and found him on the second story balcony of an apartment complex, choking on his blood, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"I held his hand tightly and just kept talking to him. I stayed by his side and was praying for him while he took his last breaths."

McMillian said she later heard that Sparkman and Netter robbed a dice game down the street and the man they robbed went looking for blood, an account supported by police reports at the time.

After Sparkman was killed, word on the street was that Netter was next, McMillian said. Netter, who lived in the neighborhood, was enrolled in the Exodus mentoring program and was working for McMillian gutting houses. She had just gotten out of prison and was trying to get her life straight. When the construction work ran dry, she bought herself a bicycle and rode down to Canal Street every week looking for steady work, McMillian said.

One day, McMillian saw Netter walking down Baronne Street. "She couldn't find a job and soon thereafter she went back to the streets selling drugs. She looked tore up. She was sweating. I could tell she was probably full of those pills. I offered her a ride and I remember her telling me, 'I don't want to be in a car with you.' I think she felt the wrath coming upon her."

One week later, Netter was found shot to death on Willow Street on the morning of Jan. 28, 2015.

Seven days after Netter was killed, police arrested Quintin Hankton on a second-degree murder charge in connection with the Sparkman killing. Hankton is currently serving 25 years as a repeat offender for distribution of heroin and is awaiting trial on the murder charge.

McMillian said she has never forgotten that small gesture of Netter's, refusing a ride because she didn't want to put McMillian's life in danger.

"So what that does for me, it gives me the strength to believe in them no matter what they do because I know that deep down, maybe if had they encountered more people like me, then maybe their psyche would be different."

'This thing is growing out of control'

McMillian flashes back to that image from four years ago of Keesha "Keedy" Love lying on the pavement on Fourth Street, bleeding from her head as children played just feet away. She becomes angry thinking about it, how growing up in a violent environment impacts children, how it could distort their worldview and behavior.

"Resolving conflict looks like that to them," McMillian said, referring to the murder of Love. "When they see a dead body on the ground that's some type of justice, that was some type of retaliation or payback. 'Bam!' She's dead so we're good now. This thing is growing out of control. As a unit, we're letting these poor black people get away from us."

McMillian admits that after 14 years, the violence has affected her as well. She is not so desensitized that she doesn't care when someone is hurt or killed. She still goes to bed "heavy every night," thinking about Love, Perez, Sparkman, Netter, and countless others.

The random violence, however, no longer carries the same level of shock it did when she saw her first dead body outside of her home. She understands now, that in some pockets of the city, this is life.

But it doesn't have to be, McMillian said. Getting to know personally the people committing the crimes, and those affected by crime, has taught her that hope and goodness still exist - even when it looks otherwise.

They are ready to be cultivated, she said, if people would only take the time to look closer, instead of disregarding entire communities and leaving them to wither and die.


Candince McMillian with her daughter, Charli, 4, on a Central City construction site. (Photo by David Grunfeld, NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune)


I want to go find her. I also try to give the locals a chance when I have work for folks to do. I want to pick her brain.
 
So his world has fallen apart. Poor soul. :hugs: That doesn't exempt one from the consequences of one's actions, does it? Drug addiction....... Alcohol is a killer. I always told my children to choose your addictions carefully, and to always consider cannabis first, because you won't get addicted. The son's an Army officer, making cannabis off limits. Thankfully he's a happy drunk. :straightface:

Liquor and soldiers.... sheesh.
I see so much impact from liquor living in New Orleans. Plus, I was green.... I know the dance well. My neighbors give me constant reminders. People who use liquor as an intoxicant of choice really invite challenges into their worlds. Every neuron in my old ass brain knows that liquor is much worse all around than cannabis. It sure jumps right into that pile of things that are wrong with the world around me.

Man... my sweetie made some awesome Daquaries on Saturday. Strawberry Lime with all fresh ingredients and tons of lime. Lip puckeringly good!
 
hmmmm.... I've been thru the dance in 3 different major municipalities in 3 different states. I've not run into this idea at all.
Generally, one sees the issue phrased as 'damages' with the definition of 'damages' including both financial and physical. I admit, my sample size is only 3, but it's a concept I've never seen a deviation from so I feel pretty firm in my understanding of the ideas. Of course, I like to listen to folks like Rad, so I double checked my understanding of 'damage' locally and I'm correct... at least in Orleans Parish 'damage' includes financial and physical.

Now, there is an odd quirk that perhaps could form a stumbling block in one's interpretation of the situation. Eviction courts in many areas don't deal with the financial aspect of things. Eviction only covers physical habitation in our area. Recovery of monies to cover damages beyond the deposit will require a separate action in a civil court (i.e. small claims). This seems to vary in different locations pretty wildly from what I've seen.

Doing the math, it's been 25 years since I was a landlord. At the time NOLO press was my friend. Good books that cover the ins and outs including my California landlord book. Some odd results of laws trying to protect tenents crop up, such as: Berkeley, Ca gave the tenants rights to withhold a reasonable portion of the rent for significant property flaws such as a badly leaking roof. Berkeley tenant law also gave the tenant the right to deny access to the rental property unless a judge ruled otherwise. - combined those rules meant a tenant could claim a non-functional toilet, withhold 25% of the rent, and deny access to a repair person.The landloard would have to get a judge to force the tenant to allow access and that paper could then be taken to the county sheriff to arrange to have a deputy stand by while the repairman makes repairs. - I chose not to buy rental property in Berkeley, and I chose the clauses in my rental agreements very carefully.

Something tells me there must be a special edition of Landlord law for the Napoleonic code of New Orleans.



Well... Tead had a little information gift fall into his world this morning. The rental with the eviction looming... his wife apparently moved out a few months ago. Tead can only imagine that the relationship between him and his other half might be a touch sensitive at this point in time. Too bad he never notified us of any occupancy change or asked to have his lease modified... all original signers are still on the lease.
Tead calls that leverage. Evil... I know... but nice to keep in my pocket.

I've been on the other side of this. After divorce, my ex moved out of a property where we had been co tenants. She left behind a half ton of stuff, incuding a high end washer and dryer, furniture and clothes. The landlord contacted me after she left, I cleaned up the mess, reaquired some good stuff and the landlord returned her deposit to me.

In a fun bit of revenge, I gave some of her old dresses to an unshaven cross-dresser and they fit :)


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That was a good article. Some of it is very familiar from my childhood. Mostly worse than what I went through since guns didn;t land strongly inside schools until after I got out of those schools. Still, I saw a killing in a fair fight when I was 14 - one of three on school property that year. I have felt the hardening of my heart and the hopelessness. My first job was paid by the day, or at the end of the week, whichever we preferred. A lot of folks had it lot worse. A good girl friend and a good high school turned it around for me :)
 
At the time NOLO press was my friend.
Still around. Online now. Luv 'em and use 'em all the time! Such a great resource.


combined those rules meant a tenant could claim a non-functional toilet, withhold 25% of the rent, and deny access to a repair person.The landloard would have to get a judge to force the tenant to allow access and that paper could then be taken to the county sheriff to arrange to have a deputy stand by while the repairman makes repairs. - I chose not to buy rental property in Berkeley, and I chose the clauses in my rental agreements very carefully.

Something tells me there must be a special edition of Landlord law for the Napoleonic code of New Orleans.


There can sure be some crazy configurations out there. I might shy away from many areas for rental investment. NY?!?! Oh no.
The local set of laws don't seem to contain any such entertainment... at least not that I've run into. Very standard run of the mill stuff. One thing I did notice locally... they're actually quite fast. You get from filing to constable escort in about 1/2 a month. If you were to push the whole 5 day pay or quit, and eviction, the entire thing can happen within 1 month.


I've been on the other side of this...

Effective... wasn't it? You jumped right over there and fixed/cleaned and even came away with a chunk of change. What a wonderful result. I don't think I need to drag her in yet, and it's an eviction rather than a normal move with the deposit already consumed, so I see no point, but this sure seems like one of those tricks one should keep in one's big bag 'o tricks.


That was a good article....

So good. I almost expect to see it earn an award. It was just so spot on all around. Tears... laughter... thought.... all were things I did while I read it.
 
Did I hear drunk.. err not yet... Hey, that's too much reading for me. But sounds like a stand up solid lady there. I lived in some bad hoods in my days, crack kills. Bite me bad for awhile.. But those areas have taken a complete turn around. Took the locals to get tired and outlaw the outlaws instead of glamorizing them. But I could be on some off topic.. I never learnt my 3 R's... Sorry dude.. I been slacking and need to flip back more than 2 pages... My bad.. Hope all's good and the mosquitoes aren't carrying ya away. Thats' one thing I don't miss about the south,,, all that heat and all that water made for a hot experience. I bet it wood kill me now. I can't deal with Portland heat waves..

GL and Keepem Green
 
Did I hear drunk.. err not yet... Hey, that's too much reading for me. But sounds like a stand up solid lady there. I lived in some bad hoods in my days, crack kills. Bite me bad for awhile.. But those areas have taken a complete turn around. Took the locals to get tired and outlaw the outlaws instead of glamorizing them. But I could be on some off topic.. I never learnt my 3 R's... Sorry dude.. I been slacking and need to flip back more than 2 pages... My bad.. Hope all's good and the mosquitoes aren't carrying ya away. Thats' one thing I don't miss about the south,,, all that heat and all that water made for a hot experience. I bet it wood kill me now. I can't deal with Portland heat waves..

GL and Keepem Green


Such a long read. Tons of bits that touch me, but I'm not one bit offended.

Ya know.... Tead's been a dark alley or two. He's seen the sad zombies and even put a few to work. Seen all the cliched scenes. Many folks I pass by are tweaking or just passed out.
So happy I never tried the opiod path. Such an easy and quick slide directly down the shitter.

But again... desperate folk doing desperate things while trying to kill the pain. The slightest bit of an acceptable educational system would put a huge damper on the desperation and pain... but any small increases in this system locally always seem to be quickly involved in some sort of scandalous shenanigans. Such an evil circle. Then, of course, our underfunded educational system provides local leaders and citizens that aren't smart enough to recognize any of the larger issues and are just all stuck in the muck and mire.

Don't get me started!
 
A headline in today's local newspaper website....


Oh, the humanity! Watch man douse boiled crawfish with mustard

The video that accompanies the article show a man from Mississippi applying what appears to be an entire bottle of mustard to a big batch of mudbugs.
I suspect there are New Orleanians planning an armed incursion across the border as I write these words.
At the very least, we feel that it confirms our faith in our belief that there is at least one state more backwards than ourselves. Phew!
 
A headline in today's local newspaper website....


Oh, the humanity! Watch man douse boiled crawfish with mustard

The video that accompanies the article show a man from Mississippi applying what appears to be an entire bottle of mustard to a big batch of mudbugs.
I suspect there are New Orleanians planning an armed incursion across the border as I write these words.
At the very least, we feel that it confirms our faith in our belief that there is at least one state more backwards than ourselves. Phew!

Last year, Mississippi lost it's title for worst educational system to Nevada. They have a shot at regaining the title this year.

Was it a coarse grind or Dijon style mustard?


How are the girls? Any favorites this week?
 
I have faith in Mississippi.... I suspect they can easily regain the title. I mean... Nevada?!?! Just posers.

Yellow.... French's I think... not helpin the situation.

I have a harvest coming up... but things just churn along. A little bump and some leaf edge damage from an overheat when a power strip went tits up(hmmmm... oh look.... I'm a sexist pig!). I actually avoid those cheapies mostly and hit the higher amperage units. In a hot world, it makes a bigger difference. I'm totally over stressing my electrical configuration at almost all times. This may be my next upgrade.... a little conduit and wire for a homerun from the box to the shed.... perhaps 2x30amp circuits. I have the termination box already, but no room in the main panel. I have some work coming up with my electrician... I'll pick his brain.

Oh! Visitors this weekend. Family! Cousin and her Spanish hubby. Fun. There's a huge fest in town catering to the African American crowd... Essence Fest. Crowds in the qtr. don't make for fun times for us locals, so it's a great opportunity to explore the countryside. Tead may have stories.
 
I have faith in Mississippi.... I suspect they can easily regain the title. I mean... Nevada?!?! Just posers.

Yellow.... French's I think... not helpin the situation.

I have a harvest coming up... but things just churn along. A little bump and some leaf edge damage from an overheat when a power strip went tits up(hmmmm... oh look.... I'm a sexist pig!). I actually avoid those cheapies mostly and hit the higher amperage units. In a hot world, it makes a bigger difference. I'm totally over stressing my electrical configuration at almost all times. This may be my next upgrade.... a little conduit and wire for a homerun from the box to the shed.... perhaps 2x30amp circuits. I have the termination box already, but no room in the main panel. I have some work coming up with my electrician... I'll pick his brain.

Oh! Visitors this weekend. Family! Cousin and her Spanish hubby. Fun. There's a huge fest in town catering to the African American crowd... Essence Fest. Crowds in the qtr. don't make for fun times for us locals, so it's a great opportunity to explore the countryside. Tead may have stories.

Blues festival today and tomorrow, but all the beer booth volunteer spots filled up so it was either pay the entrance fee or work security. If I have to be distracted while listening to blues, I'd rather be serving beer than being squawked at by a radio. So I'm at home sanding the porch again. Today's the last day. Gonna be ready for paint tomorrow :)
 
Morning my friend, I left my truck in Red Stick at a auction that will be held the end of July. I will be returning sometime near the end of the month or first of August. I do plan on stopping by this time on my return home. I can't resist walking around NOLA with a walking , talking encyclopedia. I enjoyed your company along with your funny little honey.
BYW you are aware they have double stacked breakers that may fit your panel. I'm with you, if you can put 2 -30amp lines going to your garden your problems have decreased immensely! Ole Rooster rollin in and out of some gardens this AM..... :peace:
 
I will be returning sometime near the end of the month or first of August.

Lost ur mind? You know the swamp heat and plan on returning in August?!?! Bring shorts!


talking encyclopedia

So easy in this city. Such interesting things under every damn brick. One can't begin to track them all.
I was reminded of a story today....
We even have history in the friggin .... oh wait.... dammit... .what do you folks call them.... AH! Medians.... you know... those blank spaces between roads. We call them "Neutral Ground". The name stems from the days when the French Quarter was inhabited by the Italians and the current Central Business District (CBD) was where the Anglo Saxon folks lived. The 2 groups stayed mainly to themselves, but needed to interact for commerce and other reasons. These meetings occurred in the area now occupied by Canal Street which is a fairly large 6 lane street divided by a median or "Neutral Ground" going between. Currently the streetcars use the neutral ground as their path. Every median in the city is referred to as "Neutral Ground" and if you were to utter the phrase "median" to a Y'at, you're most likely to confuse them. Neutral Ground usually makes for good car parking during storms as they're always much higher than the street.

BYW you are aware they have double stacked breakers

Indeed they do... and they fit very nicely in my panel.... and have for many years now.
Yup... panel full.
Wondering if my Electrician can side wire a small 2nd panel box to handle the extra circuits without a new breaker in the old box while still remaining within building code. Should be seeing him next week, so the answer will be soon enough.


Looking forward to another stroll thru NOLA with the Rooster!
 
Thoughts?

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I'm curious of the use of a battery charger.
 
It's a simple insurance policy in place for occasions when there is not enough sun to keep the battery going. Since there is no backup link to city power, and I plan on running exhaust fans from it, I need to make sure it stays running. This way, the battery will not really discharge unless the power goes out... then I could run the battery charger from the genny.
 
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