Monday, October 30

For Example

I thought this was very funny...It's from the new "Most Dangerous City" report.

List of Cities, From Safest to Most Dangerous
AP
(Oct. 30) - A list of the safest and most dangerous cities overall, as compiled by Morgan Quitno Press, which bases the rankings on FBI figures. The list starts with the safest cities and ends with the most dangerous.

Only cities that reported crime rates were included in the list. For example, New Orleans was not included this year because its police department did not report figures.


Note: Emphasis mine.

I haven't heard gunshots in days, things must be getting better.

Okay, so I will totally have a Halloween post but suffice to say that after going back and forth between several costumes I went out Saturday night dressed as Cory Lidle.

Tuesday, October 24

Keith Olberman "Special Comment"

It's unbelievable to me that someone in the news media is actually putting this kind of story out. It's precise, condemning and all true. I'm sure it's a slanted point of view but slanted towards truth at last.

Wednesday, October 18

Grisly murder in French Quarter

I guess being single isn't such a bad thing after all.

This story happened last night. I can't believe I didn't know either of these people. I shop at the grocery store where this guy works. I've been to the bar where she works countless times. The place where he bartends once a week is a block from my house. Their home is four blocks from mine. You would have thought I would have smelled it, but then again it probably just mixed with the general smell of decay in the quarter. Anyway, here's the story from NOLA.com

Man dismembers girlfriend in Quarter; cooks body parts

By Walt Philbin
Staff Writer

A suicide note in the pocket of a man who jumped off the Omni Royal Orleans Hotel late Tuesday led police to the grisly scene of his girlfriend’s murder, where they found her charred head in a pot on the stove, her legs and feet baked in the oven and the rest of her dismembered body in trash bag in the refrigerator, according to police and the couple’s landlord.

The man, Zackery Bowen, a tall man in his mid 20s with long blond hair, claimed in the note to have killed his girlfriend, Adrian “Addie” Hall, on Oct. 5, according to police. Hall was also in her mid 20s.

In the five-page note, Bowen claimed he strangled Hall in the bathtub, then dismembered her body before taking it in pieces to the kitchen, police said. An autopsy conducted today shows that Hall was in fact manually strangled, police said. It also appears that Hall’s body was cut up after she died, police said.

“He appeared to clean up the bathroom a lot after he did it,” one officer said.

Police found the victim’s head burned beyond recognition in a pot on top of the stove, and her legs and feet in the same condition in pans inside the oven, police said.

Bowen was from Los Angeles, but apparently had lived in the New Orleans area for quite a while, police said. Friends said he served in the military in Iraq and Afghanistan and displayed both pride and bitterness over that experience.

Detectives said they were compiling a detailed profile of Bowen to submit as soon as possible to the FBI’s VICAP (Violent Criminal Apprehension Program) center. VICAP is a nationwide data information center designed to collect acts of violence that might be serial in nature and recognized by other jurisdictions with access to VICAP as similar to a crime that they investigated.

Shortly after Oct. 1, the couple had rented an apartment together at 826 N. Rampart Street above a voodoo shop, said their landlord, Leo Watermeier, who recently ran a campaign for mayor.

The couple seemed happy at first, he said, though that would soon break down.

“He may have in retrospect seemed a little troubled,” Watermeier said in an interview early Wednesday morning, shortly after he led investigators to the gruesome scene inside the apartment.

Last Sunday, several days after he claimed in his suicide note to have killed her, Bowen appeared “all jolly, talking about the trip he was going to take,” said Lisa Perilloux, a regular at Buffa’s bar, where Bowen worked a weekly bartending gig.

Bowen had told several co-workers and friends there he planned to take a “much-needed vacation” to Cozumel or some other island resort, said Donovan Kalabaza, a fellow bartender and friend.

“Just think, tomorrow night, you’ll be in paradise,” Kalabaza recalled telling him.

Sunday afternoon, Bowen came in briefly in the afternoon, drinking with two other guys.

“He was a great mood, best mood I’ve ever seen him in.”

Bowen jumped to his death two nights later.

Though they appeared happy when they rented the Rampart Street apartment — telling Watermeier they had fallen in love on the night Hurricane Katrina struck and Hall gave Bowen shelter — they soon had a bitter falling out, Watermeier said. After the storm, the couple lived a vagabond existence in the shattered city, becoming feature fodder for the swarm of national media eager to profile post-flood diehards.

But on Oct. 5, during a dispute over which of their names would appear on the lease, Hall told Watermeier she intended to kick Bowen out of the apartment, after finding out that he had cheated on her, Watermeier said.

Bowen did not take the news well, Watermeier said.

“He said, ‘Did you just let her sign a lease alone? Because I’m screwed. I’m totally messed up now. She’s trying to kick me out of our apartment,” Watermeier said.

Hall admitted she was trying to throw Bowen out, he said.

“I caught him cheating on me, and I am kicking him out of this apartment,” she told Watermeier.

Watermeier told the couple to work through their differences and get back to him. He never saw Hall again, and assumed they’d worked it out.

Police came to Watermeier’s door about 8:30 p.m. Tuesday, shortly after Bowen committed suicide, asking if he knew a tall man with long blonde hair, and if he had a connection with the apartment at 826 N. Rampart St.

He took them to the apartment, he said, where they warned him he might not want to enter. Investigators told Watermeier what they found, however: charred body parts strewn about the kitchen.

Hall was also not from New Orleans, Watermeier said, but both she and Bowen seemed “hard core” about the city and proud that they had stayed here through Katrina.

Bowen’s suicide was first discovered Tuesday when his body was spotted below by someone in an upper floor lounge. It was soon determined that Bowen had jumped from an outside terrace near a swimming pool on an upper floor to the roof of the Chartres Street garage on the second floor, police said.

A surveillance camera showed him walking several times to the edge of a ledge on the upper floor, then retreating, then returning again, until he finally plunged, police said.

Police found the five-page suicide note in his pocket, which not only led him to the scene of the murder, but included information on an out-of-state person who should be contacted after he was found, police said.

As the news began to filter through the French Quarter and Faubourg Marigny — where the couple worked, drank and at times argued — friends and co-workers relayed details of their personalities, their demons, and the tumultuous last weeks in their lives. Some offered portraits of a loving couple that sometimes fought; others painted a darker portrait of a dysfunctional couple at perpetual war.

Perilloux said she never heard Bowen speak anything but ill of Hall.

“He was getting rid of her,” she said, meaning he was trying to break up with her. “He used to complain about her to me. It was revolving door.”

She also relayed an recent incident where Hall screamed expletives at Bowen through the front door of Buffa’s, in front of a crowd of regulars. Associates of Bowen described him as a strapping, smooth-talking man who flirted with other women, often making Hall often jealous. Karen Lott, owner of Buffa’s bar on Esplanade, where Hall worked one bartending shift a week, said she had hired him as “eye candy for the ladies” after meeting him when he made deliveries to her from Matassa’s.

“The customers loved him. Everyone loved him,” she said, still reeling from the news of his suicide and her gruesome murder.

They knew Hall well at Buffa’s, too, where she often sat at the other end of the bar, often staring admiringly at Bowen as he either served drinks or ordered his own, almost always a Miller High Life and a shot of Jameson Irish Whiskey. When loud music drowned out their conversation, she would pass him notes, often to tell him she loved him, said Donovan Kalabaza, 34, a fellow bartender at Buffa’s and friend of both Hall and Bowen.

Ed Parrish, co-owner of the Spotted Cat bar on Frenchman Street, where Hall worked up until a month ago, said he could tell something had gone awry in her life. She started missing work, then coming back to apologize and seek to save her job.

“I had a feeling something was seriously wrong,” he said.

She had worked there for about a year, he said, before becoming unreliable. After not showing up for shifts three times, Parrish never saw her again.

Eura Jones, who cleans the bar in the mornings, had not heard about the gruesome killings until told by a reporter early Wednesday. She described Hall a “real friendly” and “a real pretty girl” who was smitten with Bowen.

“She loved that guy. She really loved him,” Jones said, though she added the couple squabbled often.

Reporters Steve Ritea, Laura Maggi and Trymaine Lee contributed to this story.

Wednesday, October 11

Is it Mid October already?

Over the last few weeks I have been catching bits and pieces of the Spike Lee film "When the levees broke; a requiem in four acts." I'm not sure if I have seen the whole thing yet, but at more than four hours it's unlikely that I will sit and watch the whole thing at one time. Parts of the show are overwhelming and brought back so many bad memories of the storm. Shortly after I came back last January I walked to a friends house in the Marigny. There had been some scattered thunderstorms during the day but it had stopped. While I was visiting the power went out and eventually I had to walk home in the darkness. Just as I got closer to the quarter (where there were lights again) it started to rain. I panicked, my heart was beating fast and I didn't even know why. When I finally got to my house I was very nearly in tears and panicky. It took me a while to calm down and I realized that I was over-reacting. Anyone who's been in New Orleans during a hard rain can tell you that rain builds up quickly, especially if the drains are clogged. Water was standing in the street and it panicked me to think that it was happening again, that the water was coming back. I felt like that a lot watching the Spike Lee movie. Like any film it has it's manipulations and I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't be touched by the scenes showing dead bodies, their bloated forms floating in murky water. Other parts of the film touch on the conspiracy theory that the 9th ward levee was blown intentionally and the general blame game of who was responsible for all this misery. Another "act" deals with New Orleans as a musical city, the birthplace of Jazz and all that. They cover congo square, the mardi gras Indians and lastly they cover jazz funerals and second line parades. It reminded me of a bumper sticker I saw a few months ago and has been on my mind since. It was a black and white sticker with a parasol holding man next to the words "The Second Line is Coming." If you are unfamiliar with the phrase "second line," let me explain. A Jazz funeral is made up of two parts, the somber walk to the gravesite, the grieving for the loss and then comes what is called the second line. It's a celebration, crazy dancing, loud upbeat music as you send off your loved one by celebrating life instead of mourning death. The bumper sticker was proclaiming it, that our time of mouring is over, it's time to pick up the beat and dance. I've been thinking about it a lot, when I saw the cars finally being cleared from under the interstate. The piles of debris seem to be lessening everywhere. I see less blue tarped roofs and more open signs. The malaise of the residents comes and goes, my own included. The last few months have been depressing and I'm reaching one of those "somethings got to give" peering into the abyss moments. I'm not sure what to do with myself these days. I've been working in my backyard a lot and quite honestly it's been the only thing to get me out of bed some days. It's been fun but a lot of work. I bought an ax today and can hardly wait to put on a black tulle dress and cut down a tree at midnite. In a few weeks some friends will be here to visit for Halloween and I'm very excited to see them, hopefully that will put some zip back in my step and I'll be able to pick up my parasol and dance.


Crime has made a big return here in New Orleans, there was a gunman who opened fire on Frenchman street a few days ago. Tonight there were two separate killings in 90 minutes. One was in Algiers, a man shot several times in his car. Another was in the Marigny, an attempted mugging that ended badly for the mugger. He approched the couple, put a gun in the womans back and said "give it up" when her male companion whirled around and shot their assailant dead. Good Riddance.

I know I haven't written much lately but in general I've just been working a lot and having trouble sleeping so I nap a lot. I'll include some pictures of my yard as it progresses and then hopefully some halloween pics too. I think I am going to be Amish this year, but without my feet bound.