Tracey’s Original Irish Channel Bar will honor war heroes on Saturday, October 8 by donating 100% of the day’s gross sales to the Disposable Heroes Project (DHP).
The DHP is a non-profit organization based in Hammond, LA, whose mission is to provide various types of aid to our service men and women who are now struggling to adjust to civilian life as a result of the sacrifices they have made for our country.
At the end of the day I’m all about problem solving. A real estate colleague recently shared a tale of somewhere on some sleepy block in the city some buyers scoping out a renovation. As the couple rolled up on the site, they happened upon an idle dumpster in front of the home, and, scrawled upon the monolithic refuse conveyor were big, bold spray-painted letters reading “DIE.” According to the story, the buyers paused for a moment and decided to withdraw their interest in viewing the house. I quickly offered one should always have a can of spray paint handy, rolling around in their trunk as it were. Because if it were me, I’d be quick to add a “T” to that scenario, case closed. Death transforms into watching one’s weight: diet. True story.
By Claire Byun
A proposed low-barrier homeless shelter marketed as key to reducing the city’s homeless population is already drawing fire from school and community groups.
So this cement truck, a Landrieu Cement Truck, was filling in this gigantic pothole on Mexico Street. It’s this company owned by the mayor’s cousin that contracts with the city. Anyway, while it was filling in this massive hole in the pavement, another sinkhole opened up and the cement truck fell in.
I know what you’re thinking: What’s the punchline?
Well, although this sounds like the setup for a joke, it’s actually not. It happened this past week, much to the chagrin of the residents of Pontchartrain Park.
The Kelsey Bradley Favrot Memorial 5K run/walk on Sunday morning in Audubon Park will help raise money for the creation of a new center for the treatment of brain cancer.
A standoff that began early Saturday morning on Lyons Street ended after several hours with the arrest of a suspect, New Orleans police said.
The renewed post-Katrina CBD is a hotbed of new restaurant concepts. One of the most popular is Willa Jean, located in the heart of the new South Market area. If you haven’t been, it’s time. Frankly, if you haven’t ventured out of Uptown, it’s time to explore the CBD restaurant scene. The days of wandering Poydras in search of a meal, any meal, are long gone. The CBD is now host to dozens of new and upcoming chefs and menus. Open for just a little over a year, Willa Jean is the current star.
Magazine Street’s annual four-mile long art show, Art for Art’s Sake, will take place at galleries and shops up and down the corridor Saturday evening.
The death of a 74-year-old man in July was due to complications from a gunshot wound he suffered in 2011 on Spruce Street, the coroner’s office said.
Tulane University will host the Third Annual Bluedoo Run on Saturday, a two-mile race raising money for the prostate cancer research fund at the Tulane Cancer Center.
In a speech laced with religious references, Governor John Bel Edwards told 200 attendees at a dinner last night sponsored by the Jefferson Parish Democratic Executive Committee that he was pleased that the federal government has taken the first step in committing $500 million of what he hopes will be a multi-billion dollar aid package for Louisiana’s flood victims. The group honored Edwards with their 2016 Blue Horizon award.
A new oversight structure for historic homes in much of Uptown and Carrollton easily moved forward to the New Orleans City Council for a final decision on Tuesday, after the City Planning Commission swiftly voted in favor of recommendations that have been pending for most of the year.
Tuesday morning I awoke abruptly just before 4 a.m. from a dream. Convinced I was awake for the day, I decided to send a few emails. While clacking out my correspondence in the dead silence of pre-dawn I heard in the not-too-far distance successive gunshots. I thought it was about eight rounds. Maybe it was seven. But does it even matter how many there were? I called 911. They took my location, name, etc. Then I went for a run. And this is normal in New Orleans. At least for now.