Monday, December 12, 2005

Like a Day Without Sunshine...

What would a city be without crazy street people? I'm glad to see that many of New Orleans resident weirdos have found their way back. Where did they go? How did they get home? Makes you wonder.


  1. I don't think they left, do you?

  2. Good question. I think in a lot of cases you're probably right. The bag lady at the corner of Canal and Broad was back early, before they were even officially letting residents back in. I can only assume that she found a leeward cranny somewhere and hunkered down under her huge pile of stuff.

    A lot of the Uptown crazies appear to actually be relatively well off (you know, the "eccentric" uncle of some old family who simply refuses to take his meds). Hopefully, their families made arrangements for them.

    But you know there's at least one born-and-raised-New-Orleans schizophrenic out there who wound up in Houston, or Topeka, or Cape Cod and used every hook and crazy crook in his or her posession to get back to the old stomping grounds.

  3. Anonymous8:07 AM

    Leeward Cranny...wasn't he married to Carnie Roofer briefly in the seventies?

  4. Yeah, did you see the movie on VH1?

    Or Lifetime? Or Oxygen? I don't have cable. I don't know. Who would show the bad, made-for-teevee movie of Carnie Roofer and Leeward Cranny's short, fiery marriage?

  5. VH1's Behind: The Music?

    (It's funny, everyone tends to end up looking like an ass on that show...)

  6. I have a hunch it's because most celebrities, and pseudo-celebrities, and post-celebrities actually are asses.