this last episode of treme, really brought things back into perspective. Even took me back to a musician murdered near frenchman street. While out riding my bike one afternoon, I came upon the spot, where it happened. flowers, a guitar, candles and more decorated a doorway, and I stood there reading all the letters, to a person I never knew. Times were scary then… The thugs were back, there were robberies in several bars round the city, and no one was caught, no one prosecuted, and no one wanted to testify. I worked late nights, so all of it put me on edge. Post traumatic stress syndrome had become the “norm” among those of us who went through it.
I got a phone call one night from a coworker, he had the night off, but was at the bar I worked at. He called to tell me we’d been robbed. No one could find the owners number, so I hung up the phone, called my employer, and told him I was on my way. He wondered if he should head in, my response was no, I’ll go check it out, and close the bar for the evening. Three guys had come in and cased the place in the early part of the evening. Then they returned later, and one went to check the back, one stayed up front, and the other one, put a glock in the bartenders face.
the three customers had a knife pulled on them, and then were asked to empty pockets and cell phones. then they took them to the back, and put them in the bathroom, where visions of louisiana pizza kitchen went through their heads. The bartender emtied the cash into a bag, and then was told to run for her life to the back of the house. Visions of bullets in her back as she fleed for her life.
When I arrived the officers had her inside, and were grilling her. I wasn’t allowed inside, and neither were the customers. The officer outside was pretty stern with me, and when they finally allowed us to go back in? I asked a few questions, and was treated like it was none of my business. When asked why they didn’t take prints off the heineken the perp had drank from? I was told to mind my own business. All in all? they treated Amy, myself and the customers like we were the criminals.
they hit mimi’s shortly after. The owner where I worked got on tv, and talked about how worried he was for his employee’s with this going on. a week later, his wife would be threatened by NOPD while playing poker at harrahs. Mimi called a meeting, and everyone came out. Eddie Compass showed up late, and then tried to take credit for calling the meeting in the first place. More officers showed, and more threats were made to my employer, about keeping his mouth shut for the press.
When they finally caught up to the kids who had pulled off all these robberies, they found all the credit cards and ID’s of all robbed, on the dining room table, displayed like trophies. They were kids. One of them was related to an NOPD officer.
But this? ripped my heart out. Like a friend who you had just gotten to know, suddenly gone. It could happen to any of us. At anytime. the memories of these incidents are like bad dreams come back and I keep replaying it in my head. I can picture these thugs being one in the same as those doing the robberies. Without even any thought of what might happen after murder? they come back on our beloved Harley, and let him know who’s boss. They pull the trigger, without any emotion, other than anger. “I ain’t your son”.
On a lighter note… Kermit and Antoine go back and forth on frenchman street, a very joyful moment… and Kermit coming back on him, and playing, and playing, and playing… over the top… his wonderful googly eye popping out, while he blows and blows… and Antoine…. “you always make me smile”. nice touch between friends. Competetive too…
The columns hotel scene, a rich and sophisticated little club scene with Ingrid Lucia, and then you finally see a possible romantic moment between two who are getting to finally bond a bit. Although she turned him down, she didn’t make it a clumsy moment for him, but a tender one for both of them.
I see LaDee and her fear, still growing, still stifling her day to day life, and now interrupting her marraige, and her relationship with her kids. Is she really going to sell Gigi’s? Her husband is losing patience with each day… when will they have a normal life again?
Trashenova is starting to paint the picture of what now is a mess in mid city. Seeing the scam pulled off, and seeing the gentleman and his wife, refusing to leave their home, unless its by his feet, saddens me, as we all know what has happened to him and his family, and many more like him, who lost to a “developer”.
Sofia, Sofia, Sofia…. are you going to wake up? whats goin on? When Oliver Thomas shoots it straight at her, you can see her fear, her anger, all in her eyes… someone had to say it. I also got a good laugh when she commented that he would make a great mayor. We all know what happened to him.
AND BIG CHIEF… so serious, so stuck in his ways, will get his wish. You know thats comin back to new orleans for a recording. Delmond just turning into his daddy before our eyes, and he pokes and prods him walking through New York. I have a good question on this one.. What Indian Tribe is Big Chief from?
The restaurant scene with Jeanette, and the food critic, just keeps em coming. I thought the egg looked like it was throwing up caviar, and the critic, just smelling the plate, like he was in heaven. A good comeback from the cajun wood fairy.
Antoine… those kids crack me up. sneaking a young child into the blue nile… thats about as nola tradition as it gets for these kids.. the band as a team, the performance at the blue nile as competition, and the kid who gets to sneak in, and see real music, in public. good all the way round there.
and yet, what still lingers is Harley. The entire Hi Ho Lounge was in shock… and those last words, thats so new orleans… yup, thats new orleans… the good, the bad, and the “can I get a taxi?
