Streetcar service through the Uptown area will be interrupted in three phases over the summer in order to accommodate the SELA drainage project, RTA officials told Carrollton residents on Monday night.
In the film Cool Hand Luke, a prison guard slaps the protagonist, played by Paul Neuman, into solitary.
“Sorry, Luke,” the guard explains. “I’m just doing my job. You gotta appreciate that.”
Luke responds laconically: “Nah – calling it your job don’t make it right, Boss.”
The phrase “just doing my job” has always been used to cover a multitude of sins. Indeed, when a man feebly attempts justify anything with those words, it’s almost dead-certain that he’s covering up for his own peccadilloes.
New Orleans, sadly, is full of these types.
Ending the apparent blockade of the Freret commercial corridor, contractors for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers removed the barricades from the Jefferson Avenue intersection with Freret on Friday and reopened the street to two-way traffic.
A 50-year-old man died following a crash Sunday morning on Toledano Street in the Hoffman Triangle area of Central City, New Orleans police said.
There’s an old episode of “The Simpsons” where Marge is mugged and the police are useless to catch the perpetrator. Nevertheless, Marge conquers her own fear and anxiety, managing to capture the guy who did it single-handedly.
Police Chief Wiggum arrives at the scene and proceeds to lecture the gathering crowd. “She caught her own criminal, unlike the rest of you lazy bones.”
The crowd begins to look down sheepishly. “You’re not gonna find those criminals looking at your feet, people,” Chief Wiggum chastises.
On Wednesday morning, bicycle commuters can ride with others from Uptown or Broadmoor to a meetup in the Central Business District as part of this year’s Bike to Work Week in New Orleans.
As part of the ongoing drainage projects around Uptown New Orleans, drivers on Freret Street will be unable to cross Jefferson Avenue for about a month so new utility lines can be installed, officials said.
For more months than I care to count, and for surely as many more to come, I have been watching and experiencing firsthand the utter madness that is the ongoing construction along Napoleon Avenue. All for the sake of what we all cross our fingers will be improved drainage. Hold your breath, boss! Residing where I do half a block off of the thoroughfare in the middle of the stretch just two short blocks to Freret Street, the impact has been a daily reminder to take nothing for granted and be ready for anything. Some weeks I can cross Napoleon at my street, most I can’t. Some days I do a U-turn at Loyola, others it’s like a whimsical journey into the unknown peppered with hungry potholes and vaporous boundaries. But with all these catch as catch U-turns, that’s when it hit me: why isn’t the Freret intersection a rotary anyway?
Collegiality and basic civility where in short supply this past week when the city council passed two controversial street name changes – as I originally predicted they would. Sadly, this is what happens when those elected scamps start to break the rules.
Usually, rules are there for a reason. They’re the bedrock of civilized discourse, the roux of the gumbo of organized government, and the something-something of something (note to self: think up more metaphors). With the run-up to the council’s decision, rules the rest of us learned in nursery school were broken left and right, to wit:
Prytania Street has been closed for the next six weeks between Milan and Marengo streets for the installation of new water and sewer lines, New Orleans officials announced.
The city of New Orleans has never been very good at doing things, although it has consistently shown a remarkable ability to publicize those few things it actually does.
It’s like a child who draws crude stick figures and insists on displaying them prominently on the fridge. Were they older, the self-promotion would seem ridiculous, but because of lowered expectations afforded to children onlookers are expected to feign awe and admiration.
These thoughts came to mind when I heard about the city’s new website, RoadWork (http://roadwork.nola.gov), a joint project between the Department of Public Works and the Sewerage & Water Board designed “to inform citizens about past, current, and future road work projects that affect their daily lives.”
An 18-year-old suffered two possible broken legs after he was pinned between two cars in a dramatic crash Friday morning on South Carrollton Avenue, New Orleans police said.
New Orleans streetcars are our version of light rail transit, and they have made living in the city’s core more attractive.
We know of a one-car family on Carrollton Avenue. The wife uses the SUV to ferry the three kids back and forth and handle the other daily necessities of life. The man of the house only needs to look as far as his neighborhood streetcar to give him access to downtown New Orleans.
A woman lost consciousness Monday afternoon while driving on St. Charles Avenue and crashed her truck through the front of a Rite Aid pharmacy, New Orleans police said.
If there’s anything that probably deserves government attention, it’s preventing children from getting mowed down while they get to and from school. No politician has ever, to my knowledge, run on a platform of exposing children to the greater risk from Mr. Distracted McNeglient’s murder-mobile.
Thus, if you’ve been reading The Lens lately, you’ve been understandably disturbed by a series of articles regarding the operation (or rather, the lack thereof) of New Orleans’ school zone lights. The first article detailed the results of a Lens survey performed this January which revealed that “[s]ix out of 10 — 87 out of 147 in active school zones — were malfunctioning.”
Residents along Zimpel Street in the east Carrollton and university areas are expected to experience low water pressure and possible traffic delays on Saturday, according to the Sewerage and Water Board of New Orleans.
The two blocks of Magazine Street around Third where city workers recently repaired a sewer line will close again Thursday and Friday so that the street can be repaired, the Sewerage and Water Board of New Orleans announced.
Transit for the poor? What a curious thought.
Although in theory a primary purpose of transit is to provide necessary transportation for those too poor to afford a reliable vehicle, the reality is that the poor are generally the ones who are shortchanged.
Lined with tall black tarps billowing over chain link fences, what was once Prytania Street between Octavia and Nashville now looks like a discarded set from an old episode of the X-Files. Gray mud seeps from under the fence, and strange sounds emanate from behind the tarps, but it is anyone’s guess what could actually be taking place back there.