Folks here call the Carrollton neighborhood of New Orleans, Kar•ul•ton, a tract of land that extends from a bend in the river where Saint Charles avenue and S. Carrollton avenue meet.
I got on the car at Willow today, near the Nix branch of the New Orleans Public Library, God I love that small municipal library with few books but tons of character. I'd work here.
There were only three riders today on the Saint Charles Streetcar, so I sat at the back. The conductor's seat is located in both the front and the back of the car.

Summertime is New Orleans's downtime. Everyone's at the corner pub downing a bitter IPA or a soft Magnolia lager known to be pretty damn tasty.

I'll be happy when the city finishes the federally funded transportation project to extend the Canal line to the Amtrack station.
I'm counting down days like a man with a furlough.
I plan to ride the Crescent in June to New York City.
I want an ad job. I have to create a cover letter tonight to send out to some marketing firms. I did see a place to live in Washington Heights that was cool but I didn't hear back yet.
Peace out. The streetcar is stopping.
Let me know when you get that job and the apartment.
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