Glory Alley

Gabe Jordan: Politicians aren't New Orleans. For the real story you gotta go to the - real people. The people of desire on Piety Street. The people of piety on Desire Street. And the people of good intentions on Bourbon Street. My street. My favorite beat. It has more grifters, grafters, guzzlers, and guts than any other street in the world. Buccaneers Alley, Thieves Alley, and this stretch, the block I call Glory Alley. Glory Alley - a world of square guys with round edges. Where love with larceny, courage and crime, nobility and amorality, come out of the same barrel. Beer barrel or whiskey barrel, preferably bourbon. Life is fundamental to mugs, pugs, and lugs. You settle it with fists or rationalize it with dreams out of a bottle. Yet, in the bottom of life's gutter, you can find, if you look up hard enough, more beauty, dignity and sensitivity, than anywhere else in the world. Has beens, might have beens, never was it, and - champions.