This house, on St. Ann Street in the Treme, strikes me as a hauntingly beautiful symbol of this city. Storm clouds are gathering behind it to the north.
But before we get too sentimental, let me tell you that this house is just a block away from Willie Mae's Scotch House, where we just had some of the best fried chicken in the world for lunch.
Steve, this blog is not the place to proselytize.
ReplyDeleteReluctantly, I will let your comment stand in the interest of free speech, although you seem to be spamming your blog. but if you become a nuisance, you're out of here.
Aunt Snow, I am fascinated by this picture.
ReplyDeleteI would delete Steve's comment entirely if I were you. He's done this for years, spamming his bloody self righteous crap everywhere. Did it again today on a blog I follow.
ReplyDeleteIf Steve "Holier Than Thou" Finnell was burning alive in a car, I'd let the bastard cook.