“He was cool,” said Liz Murillo, a cashier at the Zara’s grocery next door. “He never messed with anybody. That’s the shocking part — why him?”
The Freret Neighborhood Center and two nonprofit development groups in Central City are hosting a summit with workshops Saturday to empower residents in their fight against blight in their neighborhoods.
I love being a chef and a food columnist in one of the great food cities of the world. But a conversation with a friend last week got me to thinking about something not usually mentioned in most such writing here in New Orleans and elsewhere. Namely, as great a food city as New Orleans is, most of us can’t afford to go out to eat very often and, when we do, we’re seeking convenience and looking at price as much or more as we are at the menu.
Twenty members of the 3-N-G gang based in the Hoffman Triangle are responsible for at least 10 murders since 2008 — including the killing of 2-year-old Keira Holmes in the B.W. Cooper housing complex in December 2011, according to an indictment charging them all in a racketeering plot to distribute illegal drugs, authorities said.
The young man’s father, a church leader from Chicago, needed no apology, however. Instead, using an adopted pulpit in the far end of west Carrollton, he returned their condolences with a thundering message of resilience and defiance.
It’s no secret that Sheriff Marlin Gusman is embattled. Escapes, deaths, and many normal prison problems have plagued his term. Gusman has even admitted that the pricy new jail does not have the special facilities needed to best treat sick and mentally-ill patients in this phase. Let’s not forget that Orleans Parish sheriffs have traditionally kept their finances close to the vest and not readily available for full scrutiny by mayor and council. There’s not much transparency at the prison these days.
Black voters could make Gusman’s reelection a cause and turn out in record numbers to keep their sheriff. Standing in the wings might be one of two strong women who could set the sheriff’s office straight: Dana Kaplan or Stacy Head. There has never been a female sheriff in New Orleans or even a credible female candidate for sheriff.
The Freret neighborhood has been awarded a $3,000 grant to install ProjectNOLA anti-crime cameras around the residential areas.
I’m a sucker for a late movie. I’m also a sucker for a premiere. Throw the two together and BAM! check please! And my preferred venue? Of course none other that little Uptown icon, the Prytania. Keep it in the parish, y’all!
One of my most favorite post Katrina discoveries in New Orleans actually remains the midnight show here. You see, only in recent years did the petite movie house give it a go as a late-night destination. A couple of summers ago it threw together a smattering of classics including The Shining and Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure among others, and well, it kind of stuck. Since then a healthy rotation of eventful fare has surfaced, some in high rotation; I mean, c’mon Prytania, how many times are you going to show The Room? No, I haven’t seen it, but do I really need to? I am sad to have missed Blue Velvet this round; hoping that gets another shot soon.
The case of Terrilyn Monette has sparked discussion regarding the rules of engagement for a night out on the town with friends and has caused groups of gal pals to establish a code.
One of the things that drew us to this incident is that so many of us could identify with Monette. She was one of us; a professional woman out celebrating an accomplishment, her Teacher of the Year nod. She could have been a member of our girl posse. Or on any given night we could have been Monette.
Lycée Français de la Nouvelle Orléans leaders hope to have an interim CEO identified by the end of the month and hired before the next school year begins, as they wrap up the year looking at a slight budget surplus and a continued changing of the guard among board members.
When the Krewe of Freret rolls in 2014, New Orleanians will see the return of a parading group that has been absent from the Uptown route since the 1990s. What they may not see, however, is strands of ubiquitous plastic Mardi Gras beads.