Season One · Episode Five
Frankie & the French Quarter Job
Another mostly true story. New Orleans tells forty lies an hour and most of them are true somewhere. This one's about the lie that wasn't.
A 40-minute ride
Chapter One: Simple
Y'all remember how the last one ended. Frankie called before my truck was even cool from Shreveport, talking about a estate appraisal in the French Quarter, old family, old house, old inventory. Two days, she said. Maybe three. Simple, she said.
Simple, dawg. I have now been present for three simples. The first simple floated, or claimed to. The second simple came with a camel. So when Frankie LaSalle says simple, I pack for weather.
We took Charlene, which everybody including Charlene advised against. You cannot take a '94 F-150 into the French Quarter, y'all — them streets were laid out by a Frenchman for mule traffic and grudges, and Charlene in the Quarter was a whale in a baptistry. She got a parking ticket inside the first hour. First HOUR, dude. We framed it.
Letters first
The rest rides by letter
Episodes Two through Five are for the letter folks. Put your address on the route and Frankie & the French Quarter Job opens right here, right now. Already on the route? Same box — it'll know you.
One letter per story. No spam — promised on Mamaw Pearl's pie crust.