Dec 152016
The frozen north.

The frozen north.

As I draw on to the end of my fifth decade, I’m feeling reflective. Indulge me in a little reminiscence, and by all means come to my birthday party.

The insufferable nerdiness of being

At ten years of age, I was a big nerd. Big? Sure, I was almost five feet tall. But the true magnitude of my nerdiness was measured in other ways.

Other kids wanted to be firefighters or race car drivers. I wanted to be nuclear physicist. I could tell you anything you wanted to know about electrons, protons, and neutrons. My 4th grade science fair project on atomic fission won a blue ribbon. bart-everson-headshot-2013

I had 50 cents to my name, which I kept in a little safe labeled Fort Knox. On the side of the safe, I had one of those molded rubber fridge magnets, a yellow one picturing a lightbulb, with the slogan, “Whatever Turns You On.”

It was the 1970s, after all. I made ten in ’77, the same year the Sex Pistols came out with Never Mind the Bollocks. But I didn’t know anything about that until later.

I was into planets and space exploration. When the rings of Uranus were discovered in March of ’77, that made my diary. When I discovered a discrepancy between our textbook and my Dad’s Time-Life encyclopedia regarding the number of moons orbiting Saturn, I confronted my fourth grade science teacher. She just stared at me.

A huge, insufferable nerd. I haven’t changed much over the years.
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Nov 282016
As I draw on to the end of my fifth decade, I’m feeling reflective. Indulge me in a little reminiscence, and by all means come to my birthday party.


Earliest intimations of artistic pretense. The author took this pinhole photo of a snow-covered slope on his grandparents’ farm in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, circa 1974 (Bart Everson).

Out of Oklahoma

I was born in January of 1967, two days after the first Super Bowl in Los Angeles, and I was named after the Starr player. However, I was not born in California. A couple weeks later, in New Orleans, the first Endymion parade rolled. However, I was not born in Louisiana. I was born in Oklahoma. I was baptized in a church in Tulsa at the age of twelve days.

War was raging in Vietnam, but I knew nothing of that. There were over a hundred and fifty race riots across the United States that summer. And they called it the Summer of Love.

In the midst of all this, my parents moved from Tulsa to Norman, Oklahoma, so my father could enroll in grad school at the University of Oklahoma. He wasn’t worried about getting drafted. He’d already served in the peacetime army in Germany. In fact, he was able to attend college full-time because of the G.I. Bill.

That fall, while my father worked on his MBA, hippies levitated the Pentagon, part of the largest antiwar protest in US history. bart-everson-headshot-2013

Around the time of my first birthday, the Tet Offensive began. Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood debuted on television; I would watch many episodes as I grew up. There was a general uprising in Paris in May of ’68, about the time my father finished his degree.

That summer, we moved to a suburb on the south side of Indianapolis. My father had gotten a job at a major pharmaceutical company headquartered there.

Cops beat protestors at the Democratic National Convention in Chicago, and Nixon was elected president.

Humans were venturing into space, and we landed on the moon when I was two. We gained a new perspective on the Earth, one which we are still struggling to assimilate. Continue reading »

Nov 142016

The first results came in from Indiana, my home state. Us grown folk were not surprised, and we knew the final results would be different — or so we thought. bart-everson-headshot-2013

But my eight-year-old daughter was dismayed. As she contemplated the prospect of a Trump presidency, she wondered, “Why am I worried about studying for my math test if the world is about to be in an apocalyptic state?”

(I can’t even tell you what the ten-year-old neighbor boy said, or the Secret Service would be knocking on his door.)

Now that we’ve seen how it all went down, many of us are sharing her anxiety. The apocalypse is here, it seems. The sky is falling, only this is no Chicken Little fairy tale. It may feel like a nightmare, but this is for real. Continue reading »

Oct 312016
A voter "cheat sheet" from some New Orleans Greens. More details at lagreens.org/news (Bart Everson).

A voter “cheat sheet” from some New Orleans Greens. More details at lagreens.org/news (Bart Everson).

I’m excited about this election. Aren’t you? No? I keep hearing how people are sick of politics this election cycle, but I’m excited because my name will be on the ballot — right near the top.

I’ll get to that in a minute. But first let me start at the bottom. Continue reading »

Oct 172016

(photo provided by Bart Everson).

I was dimly aware that something was going on up in the Dakotas. Exactly what, I wasn’t sure, but I kept seeing references to it on social media. Something about a pipeline. Native Americans. A big protest.

Well, that looks interesting, I thought. Sounds important. But the Dakotas are a long ways away. It doesn’t directly affect me. There’s no local connection.

Frankly, I see a lot of things online that look interesting and important, every day. So I filed these protests at Standing Rock away in some part of my brain reserved for stuff that could be important, in theory, but that in practice I could probably ignore. Continue reading »

Oct 042016
"No more presidents," by Bart Everson.

“No more presidents,” by Bart Everson.

I keep hearing how people are disgusted by our presidential candidates and generally fed up with the whole race.

Welcome to my world. What took you so long? Not only do I feel your pain, I’ve been feeling it for my entire adult life.

It’s worse than ever this time, but it’s been bad enough for the last three decades at least. Superficial dialog. Blatant hypocrisy. Big money. The shameless pursuit of power.

Oh, sure, once or twice I’ve gotten fooled by a major party candidate who says the right thing at the right time. But once they get into the Oval Office, their actions are disappointing at best.

A cynic is somebody who believes that powerful people generally act in their own interests. To me, that sounds like a true description of reality. Yes, I’m a confirmed cynic. Maybe you are too.

So why even bother? Continue reading »

Sep 192016
Bottles and jars (photo by Bart Everson).

Bottles and jars (photo by Bart Everson).

Whole Foods on Broad has just started accepting glass for recycling — again. For those keeping score at home, this is the third time (at least) they’ve started to take glass. The last two times the program was discontinued. bart-everson-headshot-2013

Note also that the City of New Orleans does not take glass for recycling in their curbside pickup program. They don’t take it for drop-off either, and there are precious few places around here that do. Nationally, while we are recycling more of other materials, recycling of glass has declined slightly.

If you’re like me, you may be curious. What’s the deal? Why is it so hard to keep a glass recycling program going? I poked around a bit and asked a few questions. Here’s what I’ve learned. Continue reading »

Sep 052016

Photo by Bart Everson.

Recent news about Colin Kaepernick has inspired me. Here’s what I’d like to say to the board of my daughter’s school, should I be able to work up the courage. Let me know what you think.

It is with some anxiety that I stand before you today, to speak of something that has been on my mind for years, ever since my daughter enrolled here. I’ve kept silent because I have been worried that I would be dismissed as a crank. That may still happen! But I speak from the heart, and I hope you will hear it that way. 


I’m concerned about the Pledge of Allegiance and the ceremony surrounding it. I realize this has been a staple of our morning meetings for years, probably since the founding of the school. Continue reading »

Aug 232016

I’m under the weather this week. Certainly we’ve all been under the weather here in the Louisiana lately, some more than others. Elsewhere in our state over 10,000 people are displaced from their homes and living in shelters. bart-everson-headshot-2013

Me, I’ve just got some sort of cold virus, and my head is foggier than usual.

In lieu of my regular column, I’d urge you to consider supporting the relief effort through grassroots groups like TogetherBR.


I’ll write again here in a couple weeks. Hopefully by then my sinuses dry out a little — to say nothing of the floodwaters.

Bart Everson is a writer, a photographer, a baker of bread, a husband, a father and a resident of Mid-City. He is a founding member of the Green Party of Louisiana, past president of Friends of Lafitte Greenway, and a participant in New Orleans Lamplight Circle. More at BartEverson.com.

Aug 102016
In May of this year, we discovered a critical shortage of salad dressing at my office, and I was dispatched on an emergency dressing run.

I took the Jeff Davis bike path to the Lafitte Greenway and stopped at Rouse’s, where I purchased a bottle of creamy blue cheese and another of balsamic vinaigrette. With the dressing securely stowed in my side carrier, I started riding toward Walgreens to pick up some photos. It was just beginning to rain. I saw a car approaching the intersection, and I braked abruptly. bart-everson-headshot-2013

I went flying over my handlebars. Remarkably, I landed on my feet, unscathed.

My phone wasn’t so lucky. It went flying out of my shirt pocket and landed on the pavement. The glass shattered.

Well, I said to myself, it was a pretty good run. I’d bought that phone in December of 2013. I told myself that thirty months was a long lifespan for a smartphone.

What was I thinking? Continue reading »