Do Not Pass Geaux

Meanderings on the Path of Truth, Justice, and the New Orleans Way

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Super Tuesday

In case you're as jaded by politics as I am, check out the returns on the original Super Tuesday. That's Fat Tuesday in New Orlean...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Selective Service: Jury Duty

Jury duty is a chore , but I'm not sure being swept up off the streets in a citizen dragnet is what most complainers had in mind. To be ...

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

And the winner is...

It looks like 2007 was another banner year for New Orleans, at least as far as crime statistics. Once again, the Big Easy looks to take the ...

Friday, December 28, 2007

Judging Poor Judgment

Former Orleans Parish civil judge C. Hunter King has managed to have his record expunged as part of a deal under which he pleaded guilty to...

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Taking a Chance on a Second Chance

Only the future can know if our judgments were the best decisions when made. Even then, certainty is constantly challenged by the unfolding ...

Thursday, December 20, 2007

A new wrinkle on the federal bench

The tables have turned on Judge Thomas Porteous. The man charged with meting out justice himself faces serious judicial scrutiny -- again. A...

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Little Pink Houses

If it takes a village to raise a child, perhaps it take a movie star to build a village. While the City and State seem content to sit on the...

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About Me

bp: As a kid, I wanted to be magician. Plan B soon followed. My suburban upbringing likely repelled me toward anything that didn’t resemble, well, everything else. And so I attended Tulane University in the singular city of New Orleans. I studied philosophy, dabbled in Buddhism (with a brief stint at a monastery), and explored the outer reaches of consciousness on the well-worn path of college excess. I also courted my future wife, nurtured a love for crawfish and Kermit Ruffins, and my friends discovered my hollow leg or oversized liver. (My doctor confirms the latter.) I traded balmy summers and cockroaches for New England winters and Red Sox to attend Harvard Law School. No doubt I prefer roaches to Red Sox; after graduation, I clerked for a federal judge in New Orleans, and my wife and I married there. Alas, we moved to our Nation’s capital. As Bismarck said, you’re better off not knowing how laws or sausages are made. He must not have had in mind boudin, the local sausage of choice. At least I had to see for myself the sausage factory known as the Louisiana justice system. Hence, I’m serving six months as a public defender. And so this blog begins. Laissez les bon temps rouler!

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