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November 3, 2008

the dead are buried above ground in swampland

Went to a native New Orleanian’s home last night. Got a big ol’ chunk of grilled lamb, baba ganoush and coleslaw, cooked up by Mitch’s friend Daniel Hammer. For real his actual name. His wife had this awesome collection of matchbooks. She was also Swedish, and I need to get her on tape imitating a southern accent with her Swedish accent. I want to thank the Hammer’s for a wonderful night out!

I should also thank Jacob and his lady, who drove me across town back to Mitch’s at four a.m. Halloween night. Just a random act of kindness, and today walking in the French Quarter I hear someone behind me, “Hey, Hey, Robot Man!” I turned around and there he was. Good to see you, and thanks for making me believe in New Orleans again after getting kicked out of that bar.

1 Comment

  1. Any relation to Jan Hammer?

    Comment by Lyle_s — November 4, 2008 @ 7:17 am

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