World Tour Gung! Hay! Fat! Choy! Exit year of Rat and enter year of Ox with Valentine’s Day Sunday.
Joke of the Week™ He gets down on one knee and says, ”Honey, on this Valentine's Day, I want to tell you something . . . I'm not rich like Jack, I don't have a mansion like Russell, and I don't have a Porsche like Martin, but I do love you and want to marry you." . . . click here for Joke of the Week™.
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Football Congrats to Sooners produce six graduate transfers and two graduate transfers for Mighty Mighty Horns.
FútbolArsenal gave up another stupid goal in the second minute at Aston Villa 1-0 and lose Partey to another hamstring; Sunday brunch with Leeds from 1030 at Emirates and NBCSN; Thursday to Rome for Benfica in Europa on neutral ground because of COVID.
Password tonight is “sashay”.
Polyticks™ Second impeachment trial of former president Donald John Trump ends with acquittal. Consider Bill Clinton’s apology after acquittal at his impeachment trial. TRT makes over/under for DJT apology at way under so far under that he comes out the other side.
Light, sweet crudesettled up 4.3% at $58.68, natural gas is down 0.8% at $2.935. €uro is up 1.3% at $1.2129.
“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.
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
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.
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