The bone corner


SITTING IN THE living room on the scarlet sofa thinking about life.

Looking across the room at the bone corner.

No gainful employment, no money concerns, no health worries, just creaky, that’s all. My own bones. It could be worse, far worse. Sunday morning, and I already did some gardening, trimming the bothersome bougainvilleas, cut a few branches from the neighbors’ fruit trees that are hanging over to my side. Lousy, surly neighbors.

We’re doing more stuff away from home these days, weary of this Kung Flu hullabaloo. Tomorrow I’m taking the Honda to the garage for an overdue servicing, plus replacing the water pump and the AC Freon. This afternoon we’ll be lunching at a restaurant downtown that’s been closed for weeks but now is open weekends, just weekends. Gonna eat Sloppy Joes and French fries. I love anything you can dip in ketchup.

I crave raw oysters dumped into a cup of ketchup and horseradish. Problem is that there are no raw oysters on the mountaintop, and I wouldn’t eat them anyway, not anymore. Too much pollution. Plus, you need Dixie Beer with raw oysters to do it right.

Sitting on a stool in the dim, air-conditioned bar at Schwegmann’s supermarket on Airline Highway in Metairie, Louisiana, while the summer sun buckles the street tar outside would be the ideal setting, but those days are gone. For me, at least.

Made some rounds around downtown yesterday afternoon, hunting biscuits. Went to my usual place on the big plaza. No biscuits. Drove to another pastry shop, a newish one near the Downtown Casita. No biscuits. Drove back near the plaza to yet another pastry shop on Romero Street, and bingo! Biscuits. I bought six. Whole wheat.

Biscuits are the Staff of First Breakfast at the Hacienda. Costco sells biscuits too, but they are ponderous with butter, and I don’t like that.

Sloppy Joes, French fries, raw oysters and biscuits. Three out of four ain’t bad.

33 thoughts on “The bone corner

  1. Ahhh … Schwegmann’s and its Shoppers Bar where you could get a beer or cocktail and do your grocery shopping!


  2. Raw oysters from Fanny Bay on Vancouver Island, they where the best. Haven’t been there in a long time. We used to put some of them on the barbecue with lots of different sauces. We are looking forward to getting out. There is confusion here lakeside. We where supposed to start opening up Monday, but now maybe not until next Monday. Someone must of got to someone. Lots of confusion.

    Did some cutting back on the vines around the house getting ready for the painting that is starting later in the week. I am hopeful they will stay on schedule.


    1. Kirk: We just got back from downtown and lunch. I’ve not seen so many people and cars since the plague arrived. I think the folks are just getting sick of sitting at home. Thankfully, this is not a part of Mexico where you will get arrested for ignoring the governor’s commands. Or the Democrat-run parts of the United States either. Glory be!


    1. Leisa: Food? How about French fry potato po’ boys? I can’t believe I ate those things. People? Plenty of weird ones there, believe me. One less when I departed. Weather? Like living in Hell except for a few weeks in winter. General life? Pretty fine. I loved it there … except for the weather.

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  3. I’m not able to do much, but I am very much looking forward to going back to coastal Oregon this fall and eating my fill of oysters every chance I get.

    Baltimore is another great place with many varieties. Next week????


  4. Oysters in Mexico do seem rather risky. I have to say, I shy away from them there, sushi too. But here in Boston? We have fabulous oysters, fresh from Cape Cod.

    And yeah, folks are sick and tired of staying at home. The gov types, yet again, managed to overlook human nature when ordering this lockdown. If we get a second wave, it’s going to be VERY HARD to keep people inside.

    They should have saved some patience for later. But if we know anything about government, it’s that they don’t save and don’t think too much beyond the next election cycle. Pathetic!


    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Where quarantine fatigue is indeed setting in. Worse, we’ve had a non-reopening reopening here in Boston.


    1. Kim: I ate raw oysters by the droves in New Orleans in the 1970s. I don’t trust them anymore anywhere.

      As for self-quarantining, I’ve abandoned it. I take care, using common sense for now. Don’t get physically close to people when that’s easy to do. Sometimes it’s impossible. I don’t wear masks. I live like before as far as it’s possible because our downtown plazas are closed off, and some stores remain shut, though that number is falling by the day. What I do is wash my hands a lot.

      If you look at the numbers, the percentage of folks with the Kung Flu is minuscule pretty much everywhere. I think this whole thing has been way overblown.


      1. “Way overblown?” Yup. I agree.

        Sweden probably had the correct approach. It has paid with above-average infections and deaths, but it also has miminimized the disastrous effect lockdowns have had on people’s lives — both in their livelihoods and their psychological well-being. I find it a bit amusing that The Left that has been finger-wagging about the terrible effect that jails have on lives are in the front lines of locking up otherwise-productive citizens in their homes.

        And we all know why. They think this a great model of how socialism works for the bebefit of everyone. I will take that bet. Whenever the benefits of socialism are mentioned in the future, it might be helpful to point out that socialism is merely the joys of governmental lockdown all day, forever.

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        1. Señor Cotton: There have been more deaths and illnesses in Sweden, but from what I have read, the differences are not catastrophic. And, as you note, the pluses to their approach are legion.


      2. I’m also coming around to thinking the “Kung Flu” is also overblown. Everyone keeps screaming, “But the science!” As far as I can tell, “The Science” is increasingly pointing to CV having an overall fatality rate of something like a half percent. Clearly it’s vastly higher for the elderly and infirm. But is a half percent fatality rate really a “scientific” reason to shut down society? And for how long? It was born as “Two Weeks to Halt the Spread.” Now it’s “Lockdown Until Vaccine Day.”

        And let’s not even get started on the mainstream mis-leadia’s overt politicization of this thing. See Scott Adams’ twitter feed for a thread on his smartest friend (a “liberal”) who relies on the mis-leadia and as such is woefully underinformed.

        Surely there has to be some reasonable third way between the Brazilian model (“What virus?”) and total lockdown.

        Sweden is likely to have the last laugh.

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        1. P.S. This is Adams’ thread. Well worth reading. And no, you don’t need to have a Twitter account to see it.


          1. P.P.S. When you get to the Twitter page, be sure to click “show this thread.” Otherwise you’ll just see the opening tweet and then all the replies.

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            1. Kim, P.S.: For me, the link went straight to his list. the thread, not others’ replies.

              Maybe our leftie amigos will read it too, if they can get their noses out of the New York Times.


              1. Kim: Maybe, but one would think that intelligence would steer one to intelligent founts of information. But you and I know that is not always what happens.


    1. Señor Gill: Where else you gonna get those numbers? True, one must be cautiously pessimistic, but I imagine the Mexican numbers are more reliable than those put out by the Chinese Communist Party.


  5. “Socialism is merely the joys of governmental lockdown, all day, forever.” I’d have to check a dictionary, but I think we’ve nailed the nuance here.

    On the other hand, here in this socialist hellhole we can still buy beer.


    1. Creigh: Good point. There is no perfect world. My wife’s sister, the one who owns the coffee shop downtown — it also sells beer — has a huge stock of cerveza that she’s holding onto with the stated intention — to us — to selling it later at an “extremely high” price. She makes us so proud.


  6. Schwegmann’s markets disappeared a long time ago. Did you know Dixie Beer has been revived? Personally, I would recommend char-grilled oysters on the half-shell (safer) in a new place (to you) called Dragos in Fat City along with a good Abita ale. I love oysters, I don’t eat raw anymore. We in Louisiana were released to eat inside restaurants on Friday. Saturday at lunch I sat inside Buster’s in Covington with an oyster po’boy. Good way to break quarantine.


    1. Laurie: Schwegmann’s will always live in my mind and heart, a wonderful supermarket full of Yats. And no, I did not know Dixie Beer had been revived because I did not know it had died in the first place.

      So you’re free to eat in restaurants now? We’ve been free. Well, assuming the restaurant was open. Most are, some not. As for oyster po-boys, I would loooove to have one.


      1. Restaurants can open with 25% capacity with social distancing. That’s the story until early June, when we may enter Phase 2, which I assume will lift restrictions on restaurants. Dixie Beer went dark after Katrina. In early 2020, it was revived by the owners of the Saints NFL franchise. My oyster po’boy was great. I had more than enough oysters, so I took some of the order home. They were wonderful after being crisped in the oven that night.


        1. Laurie: If you had a liberty-loving Republican governor, things would already be eased up more. Take care with how you vote next time.

          Interesting about Dixie Beer. Back in the 1970s, a close friend’s father-in-law was a Dixie truck driver. At his house, there was a dedicated refrigerator that held nothing but Dixie, and it always was jammed packed. I think he got it free or at a very deep employee discount. Or he stole it. I made a point of visiting there very frequently, especially in the summertime. He was a stereotypical Yat, and they lived in the Ninth Ward, of course. Ah, dem were de days.


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