Bob Namer is my brother
We were going to head to Chickie Wah Wah last night but the band was not about dancing and that is what we wanted to do. So we went by La Vita and caught up with the girls and sure enough found dancing there. We got home late and J still had her little dinner party going on and was out in the front yard sitting around the table listening to music. J and I strolled over to have a night cap and ended up getting engaged with talk of the midwest that so animated J, she was a pleasure to behold. Then one of the women asked my maiden name and I said Namer. Rachel Namer. And in unison the couple looked at me said, are you Bob Namer’s sister? And I said yes. And then it started = They Love Bob Namer – why isn’t he on the air? – he was a breath of fresh air – the only one who spoke out against the Levee Board – the one that kept them on the straight and narrow during George (was that the hurricane where he guided everyone out of the city and kept traffic postings?) and overall they said they couldn’t believe that was my brother.
I said oh, yeah, and I have three other ones – not necessarily just like him – but sort of – the family tree is dotted with Southern gothic and that’s why New Orleans is the only place we can call home in the United States.