Recently we noted the 8th District reported only one crime had occurred during the whole week. But the manager of a shop in the 100 block of Bourbon Street saw plenty in a week of observing life in just her block of the underbelly of the French Quarter. Here's what's going on when "nothing" is going on, according to Eleanor Lahey, manager of Hustler Hollywood, 111 Bourbon St., in her own words:
7.24.08, 6 p.m.: A black male “bucket drummer” wearing a long white T-shirt with no sleeves and brown shorts who was playing his buckets on the side of Foot Locker (corner of Canal and Bourbon) got into a fight with a white woman whom he seemed to know. It got physical, and his friend was attempting to separate them. I called the cops, and they came by and shooed the woman away.
7.24.08, around 11 p.m.: A mid-40’s black male, dirty white T-shirt, denim pants, unshaven, with mid-length hair, wearing a black Georgia Bulldogs baseball cap, was caught shoplifting. We attempted to detain him for the police, but he took off. Another employee called the cops while I followed him to Iberville, hoping that the cops that are usually standing around on the corner would be there. When the shoplifter got off Bourbon, he started running towards Rampart.
7.25.08, 11:45 a.m.: We went outside and saw a black male, mid-50’s, with missing teeth, short unruly hair, ungroomed facial hair with a goatee, wearing an "I (heart) NO" shirt, green trousers. He was shoving several stacks of T-shirts--2 styles, 10-12 of each style--into a green duffle bag and a black and silver backpack. He was attempting to sell them to passers by. We could see that one of the styles was a skull with crossed swords Jolly Roger- design. The other had blue writing, but I couldn’t tell what it said.
7.25.08, around 6:30 p.m.: At least a dozen cops and many cop cars were in front of our building arresting a belligerent drunk. They maced him repeatedly, and put him in a car. He attempted to kick out the windows, so they pulled him back out and eventually got him in a car with bars over the windows.
7.26.08, around 1:30 a.m.: A drunk, clean-cut looking, white guy wearing a white T-shirt with black writing on it and jeans who was in our upstairs decided to try to break his way out onto the balcony. He hit the doors hard, and they partially opened, but he didn’t do any damage. I promptly him escorted out, as he muttered incoherent things. Then he wanted me to go outside with him to “prove a point”. I said no way, I’ll call the cops, scram.
7.27.08, early afternoon: One of the local juvenile delinquents (black, short--5’5”-ish, obese, walks with a limp) came in the store, hassled an employee, and then attempted to leave through the emergency exit door, setting off the alarm. After that, he was told not to return.
None of these events are earth-shattering, but their existence does prove that things are not being reported, so I decided they were worth sharing. Eleanor Lahey