World Tour continues with Mad Max aka Australian V8 Supercars -> -> -> ->
Jokeof the Week™ - To the guy sitting at the bar drinking heavily, the bartender asks “What’s wrong, you look depressed?” The guy answers “I think my wife is dead.” . . . click here for Joke of the Week™.
Big Bogus Dictionary™ adds “innovative best practices” such as developed by the Chief Innovation Officer whose salary is reported as $300,000 per year.
Fútbol - Sir Alex and Beckham Spice retire, isn’t it about time, eh?
Super Sunday will not be like last year when relegation, the league title and qualification for Champions League were decided as Man Puke have been champions for some time and QPR, Reading and Wigan are relegated. But Champions League qualification comes for Arsenal with a win over Newcastle at St. James Park even if Tottenham beat Sunderland at White Hart Lane. All matches from 10am cdt on Fox and ESPN with Arsenal on ESPN2.
Password tonight is Dooring.
Polyticks - The City of Austin does not need innovative best practices as much as it needs to do what it does best such as water, waste water, electric, garbage and streets such as fix the Y in Oak Hill even with a toll road such as 183 at 620.
Light, sweet crude settled at $95.16, down 1.3% as natural gas steadied at $3.932. The €uro down a bit at $1.2907.
1 dead this week in The War Without End, Amen™ = 47 for the year.
“Hurricanes aren’t too bad when one is trapped in New Orleans at the Royal Sonesta with room service. Now that is what I call a Reverend Tony disaster.”
That was the lead I wrote last Saturday morning, sitting on the veranda of the Sonesta. But waiting for standby on the last flight out of New Orleans last Sunday before The Storm, it felt more like the Titanic. We had even dined Saturday night at Galatoires, the last meal they will serve for quite some time.
This is sunrise on Sunday morning the day before The Storm blew in that Belmont took on their way back to Jackson. Belmont said that the birds would fly in formation first one way and then the other, sounds freaky.
The Return™
New Orleans, March 2006
Our first visit back since The Storm and also the first day back on the job for Malcom, the doorman/greeter at the Sonesta who returned to work the same day we checked in. Malcom helped us get the cab out of town back in that other lifetime.
Malcom was evacuated to the Cajun Dome in Shreveport then wound up in Brookshire, Texas working at Jack in the Box and Dollar General Stores. The Royal Sonesta also sent him some money until he could find a way to move back. Malcom lost everything.
The story of The Reverend Tony™ begins in the lobby of the Royal Sonesta in New Orleans where my Lady Claire and I were waiting for her sister Belmont to join us for Belmont's birthday dinner at the Chef's Table at Commander's Palace.
We were sitting on facing couches and I was wearing Raybans, a cream Hugo Boss blazer, electric lime green t-shirt, and khaki pants, drinking a martini in a go cup when a nice looking fraternity type in his late 20s comes up to me and says, (this is an exact quote)
"Excuse me sir, but are you The Reverend Tony?"
It was all I could do to not goof on the young man but I could not so I reply
"No I'm not, but why do you ask?"
He says (and this is another exact quote) "I'm supposed to meet The Reverend Tony here in the lobby, he's marrying me tomorrow night." Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so there you go.
A healing experience
More healing
The Reverend Tony™ will rarely change the names of the guilty because sometimes the guilty deserve credit.
PS - Will the real Reverend Tony please stand up? He is minister at the French Quarter Wedding Chapel in New Orleans on Burgundy.
Want to know more about the real Reverend Tony, just click on this link and enjoy
