Editor’s note: As 2013 nears its close, you may find yourself thinking about resolutions you made and changes you hoped for this time last year. Did you accomplish these goals? Did New Orleans? For Throwback Thursday, let’s take a look back at some goals Bettye Andings set for the city at the beginning of 2013.
“How are you tonight?” asked our smiling, young waiter as we were seated for a Revellion dinner at a restaurant along Esplanade Avenue.
Never ask an old person how she — or he — is. You may get treated to a litany of aches and pains, disappointments or forebodings. But in this case I simply told him — in a commendably brief summation — of how I had struggled, on a rainy night, through puddles and mud, across broken curbs and around small potholes, all without the assistance of a streetlight worthy of the name, to reach his place of employment.
“You did ask,” I reminded him, in answer to his pained look.
But the dinner was delicious, and the experience of arriving at the restaurant served to get me to thinking about this column for the new year, which I pray will be more fortunate than its numerical designation suggests. (How did the inhabitants of 1913 feel about it?)
Herewith are some suggested resolutions — of benefit or interest especially to older citizens.
For the city fathers, inspired by my hazardous journey to dinner:
For the city fathers, because I‘m annually depressed by our town‘s appearance during December, January and February, when foliage and flowers aren‘t plentiful and sufficient to soothe the eye:
For Orleanians young and old, because we all can help:
And finally, just because we care:
I’ve already begun to keep two of my own resolutions for the new year, having picked up a pair of plastic bags and a beer can from the sidewalk at a fast-food place near my neighborhood.
Another, I put into practice when our waitress at lunch today asked how I am.
“Just fine,” I said promptly. “And how about you?”