By now, you’re probably used to my acquaintance Fast Eddie. If not, welcome to my world. I really don’t remember how we first met. I don’t even know his real name. The moniker he goes by reflects a nickname given to a former governor of Louisiana. It’s one he chose, not me. And he tends to show up out of nowhere when I least expect it. Whether it’s eating lunch or driving New Orleans streets, Fast Eddie just has that knack of finding me, which he did again this week. “Good morning, Douglas,” Fast Eddie begins, relatively out of breath as he walks to catch up with me. I am making my way toward the Lafitte Greenway. “Where you heading?” “One of my extended family is performing at The Broadside, so I thought I’d walk to give a listen,” I answered. “Wait a minute, what happened to your ride from last week?” “It’s the bane of classic cars,” Fast Eddie says of his 2001 Toyota Corona. “Sometimes they work, and other times they don’t want to.” At least he still had car. There were times I wondered if Fast Eddie hadRead More
Fast Eddie Looks at Tulane vs Army
