The Man With the Top Hat

Told in the Garden District


Christina was my wife.  She died in this house, long after I did, of old age.  She was ready to move on so she decided she didn’t need to stay here in New Orleans.  She said she lived without me for so many years she could manage being dead without me too.


The Pirate


Told on Bourbon Street


I am a pirate

I sailed with Lafitte

When I boarded in N’awlins

I had both my feet

When we got to Barbados I had just one leg

Back in N’awlins I walk on a peg

Not sorry I went had the time of my life

Left my left in a fight

But came back with a wife