Cajun Boy

Sep 23

“ACTRESS SHANNEN DOHERTY BEARS WITNESS & LIVE STREAMS BRUTAL DOLPHIN HUNT DURING VISIT TO TAIJI’S INFAMOUS COVE TO STAND WITH SEA SHEPHERD COVE GUARDIANS”

ACTRESS SHANNEN DOHERTY BEARS WITNESS & LIVE STREAMS BRUTAL DOLPHIN HUNT DURING VISIT TO TAIJI’S INFAMOUS COVE TO STAND WITH SEA SHEPHERD COVE GUARDIANS”

One of the many great benefits of fall-ish weather descending upon New Orleans is me being able to work outside in my courtyard again.

One of the many great benefits of fall-ish weather descending upon New Orleans is me being able to work outside in my courtyard again.

Sep 22

I’ll take “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TWEETED THAT?!” for 500, Alex.

I’ll take “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TWEETED THAT?!” for 500, Alex.

Yesterday after the Saints game I went to Harry’s Corner and met a man with a pretty great tattoo of Omar from The Wire.  (at Harry’s Corner Bar)

Yesterday after the Saints game I went to Harry’s Corner and met a man with a pretty great tattoo of Omar from The Wire. (at Harry’s Corner Bar)

Sep 21

The Jackson State band just blew the roof off the Superdome at halftime of the @Saints vs. Vikings game. #WhoDat  (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

The Jackson State band just blew the roof off the Superdome at halftime of the @Saints vs. Vikings game. #WhoDat (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

Sep 20

Taking my former editor at the @NYTimes Connor and some of his high school buddies from Pennsylvania to their first LSU game ever. On the tailgate menu: fried catfish and shrimp fettucine. They’re not gonna want to leave.

Taking my former editor at the @NYTimes Connor and some of his high school buddies from Pennsylvania to their first LSU game ever. On the tailgate menu: fried catfish and shrimp fettucine. They’re not gonna want to leave.

We called him “the Pigeon  Whisperer.” It wasn’t the most original nickname, but for a guy who would spend hours sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty lot surrounded by, and often covered with, pigeons, it fit. He was by far the most friendly and most sane resident of the neighborhood flophouse the locals had been trying to shut down for years. Many of the its residents were mentally ill, but because NOLA still lacks adequate 1st world mental health facilities, they’d find shelter in places like this house at the corner of Magazine and Thalia. The owners of the house, the family of a retired judge, would collect the residents’ social security checks in exchange for room and board. Nothing shady at all about that!

I later came to learn that the Pigeon Whisperer’s actual name was Jim. After the flophouse was finally shut down — I guess it was a little over a year ago — he rented a room from someone in the Irish Channel, so I’d still often see him around the ‘hood, usually at my neighborhood coffee shop. He’d sometimes rant about the Vietnamese restaurants that have popped up nearby in the past couple of years, which led me to believe that he was a Vietnam War vet with some lingering issues/resentments. But he would almost always greet me with a smile and a pleasant demeanor and he always wanted to pet my dog.

I wanted to know his story. I often thought, “One of these days I’m going to sit down with this guy and get to know him.” But I never made the time and a few weeks ago I noticed that I hadn’t seen him around in a while. Not long after I learned that he’d recently had a massive stroke and passed away. I never did make the time to get his story, and that’s probably something I’ll always regret. 

RIP Jim, aka the Pigeon Whisperer. The pigeons still come looking for him in the empty lot next door. 

(Photo credit: @hunterholder)

We called him “the Pigeon Whisperer.” It wasn’t the most original nickname, but for a guy who would spend hours sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty lot surrounded by, and often covered with, pigeons, it fit. He was by far the most friendly and most sane resident of the neighborhood flophouse the locals had been trying to shut down for years. Many of the its residents were mentally ill, but because NOLA still lacks adequate 1st world mental health facilities, they’d find shelter in places like this house at the corner of Magazine and Thalia. The owners of the house, the family of a retired judge, would collect the residents’ social security checks in exchange for room and board. Nothing shady at all about that!

I later came to learn that the Pigeon Whisperer’s actual name was Jim. After the flophouse was finally shut down — I guess it was a little over a year ago — he rented a room from someone in the Irish Channel, so I’d still often see him around the ‘hood, usually at my neighborhood coffee shop. He’d sometimes rant about the Vietnamese restaurants that have popped up nearby in the past couple of years, which led me to believe that he was a Vietnam War vet with some lingering issues/resentments. But he would almost always greet me with a smile and a pleasant demeanor and he always wanted to pet my dog.

I wanted to know his story. I often thought, “One of these days I’m going to sit down with this guy and get to know him.” But I never made the time and a few weeks ago I noticed that I hadn’t seen him around in a while. Not long after I learned that he’d recently had a massive stroke and passed away. I never did make the time to get his story, and that’s probably something I’ll always regret.

RIP Jim, aka the Pigeon Whisperer. The pigeons still come looking for him in the empty lot next door.

(Photo credit: @hunterholder)

Sep 16

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Sep 14

I’ve entered the belly of the beast and am making new friends. That said, this Browns fan is holding my ticket in his hand — I hope he gives it back. #WhoDat

I’ve entered the belly of the beast and am making new friends. That said, this Browns fan is holding my ticket in his hand — I hope he gives it back. #WhoDat

Sep 13

Cleveland! You bleak, rusty, broad-shouldered, magnificent bastard — I have penetrated you! Now where do I go to kick it with Lebron and Johnny Football tonight?! I’m not leaving ‘til I snort lines with Johnny through a rolled up C-note.  (at Rock and Roll Hall of Fame + Museum)

Cleveland! You bleak, rusty, broad-shouldered, magnificent bastard — I have penetrated you! Now where do I go to kick it with Lebron and Johnny Football tonight?! I’m not leaving ‘til I snort lines with Johnny through a rolled up C-note. (at Rock and Roll Hall of Fame + Museum)

Sep 12

Arguably my favorite wall here at Cajun Boy World Headquarters. #walls #officewalls

Arguably my favorite wall here at Cajun Boy World Headquarters. #walls #officewalls

“The origins of the current booty-eating moment—at least within hip-hop culture—can be traced to a series of interviews with Louisiana-rapper Kevin Gates.” — As an ass-eater from way back, I appreciate Louisiana being credited for pioneering the "The Booty-Eating Renaissance."

Sep 11

“Anita in the Anchorage Police Department’s communications office…confirms that a huge bloody mess of a brawl between multiple subjects took place Saturday night, and that the Palins were ‘present.’” — LOL Palin.

Magnets. (at Mojo Coffee House)

Magnets. (at Mojo Coffee House)

Sep 09

"Suck it, summer." — Saz. (at Coliseum Square Park)

"Suck it, summer." — Saz. (at Coliseum Square Park)