Monday, June 29, 2026

I ain't dead yet

 


I ain't dead yet but I made it to retirement at 70 and have lived a pretty full life (which I hope to keep doing for years to come.) Still I cannot help being reflective. How might my obituary read? On the whole I'm pretty ordinary and short on big philanthropy and charitable contributions. So here's what it might look like. 

Obit for me RIP

Wesley Alan Morgan (Wes)…age at the time of death TBD and place of death TBD

Wes was loving husband to Lynn (nee Stevens) who passed away Feb 2, 2022. He is father to John Benjamin Morgan (b. 1986 and married to Allison 2012) and Grandfather to their son James Benjamin Morgan (b. 2016). Wes is father to Lindsey Morgan Dewey (b. 1982 and married to husband Robert Christopher Dewey) and Grandfather to Robert Lawton Dewey (b. 2016.) Wesley A. Morgan siblings are Sundance of New Orleans, LA (formerly known as James O’Connell Morgan Jr. b. 1944), Mary Lynn Morgan of Urbana, Ohio (b. 1952), Gregory Lawton Morgan of Tampa, Florida (b. 1956), Daniel Edward Morgan of Cleveland (b. 1958) and Robert Newman Morgan of Novato, California (b. 1959)

Born in Cleveland, Ohio May 20, 1955 and lived in Hoboken, Maplewood, and South Orange, New Jersey, Los Angeles, CA, Raleigh, NC, Miami, Florida and Saint Louis, Missouri.

Wesley attended the University of Miami, Coral Gables, Florida and earned a Bachelor of Arts, double major (Art and English) with a focus on Graphic Design and Creative Writing and an MBA, a Masters of Business Administration with an emphasis on Marketing. He also earned a Master of Arts in Teaching (MAT) from Fontbonne University in St. Louis. Wes was a self-described lifelong art junky and was a frequent visitor to art museums (notably the Saint Louis Art Museum and the Cleveland Museum of Art). He was a docent at Laumeier Sculpture Park where he led over 100 tours (between 2014-2024). His working life (he would say was “episodic”) beginning with two years as an admissions representative for the University of Miami. He then pursued a career in Advertising as an account manager in New York, Los Angeles, Raliegh (NC), Miami and Saint Louis before becoming a corporate marketing officer. Morgan worked in special education and also taught art. Morgan was an advocate for professional associations and clubs dedicated to advertising, business marketing and public relations. He was a member of the American Marketing Association for more than 3 decades.



BELOW - This photo (taken by Dave Shogren) appeared in ADWEEK in 2000, An impressive group of advertising veterans including Tom Townsend who passed away at age 60.   

 


Obituary for Thomas K Townsend

Thomas K. Townsend Age 60 of Clayton, MO.

Creative icon, community leader and philanthropist Thomas Kingman Townsend, 60, passed away in St. Louis on October 4, 2019, following a brief battle with angio sarcoma, a rare and aggressive form of cancer. Tom was a beloved husband, father, uncle, cousin, friend, teacher, mentor, partner, and connector of people from all walks of life. He was a passionate writer, musician, artist, photographer, philosopher, and advertising professional. He was a true inspiration to people all over the world, and had a profound impact on anyone with whom he came into contact.

Tom was born in Charleston, SC, and spent an idyllic boyhood on the St. John’s River in Jacksonville, Florida. He graduated from St. John’s Country Day School in Jacksonville in 1976, and with honors from Duke University in 1980. While at Duke, he met the love of his life, Jeanne Knowles Townsend.

After college, he returned briefly to Jacksonville to begin his career in advertising. He moved to St. Louis in 1982 to be with Jeanne, who was in law school at Washington University. He was hired as a copywriter at Stolz Advertising Company. He and Jeanne were married in her hometown of Wilmington, Delaware in 1984. They began to put down roots in St. Lo
uis, and focused on their respective careers in advertising and law. With boundless energy, drive, and creative ability, Tom rapidly rose through the ranks of the city’s most prominent advertising agencies. He became a creative director at Gardner Advertising, then a Senior Vice President and Group Creative Director at DMB&B, at the time one of the world’s largest ad agencies.

Tom and Jeanne started their family in 1988, and moved with their three small children to their present home in Clayton in 1996. That same year, together with Tim Rodgers, Tom founded the advertising agency, Rodgers Townsend, creating a culture of creativity and character that was recognized not only as the most awarded creative agency in St. Louis, but annually as one of its Best Places to Work. During Tom’s years at Rodgers Townsend, countless friendships were forged, careers were fostered, marriages were entered into, and children were born and raised. The R/T family is immense and beautiful. Today, even after the retirement of both Tom and Tim, R/T continues the legacy born and bonded over 23 years ago.
Tom’s many achievements in advertising and business included the Ernst & Young Entrepreneur of the Year award, the “Spirit of St. Louis” award from the Mayor of St. Louis for his unparalleled pro bono efforts, Volunteer of the Year award from the St. Louis Effort for AIDS, a “Keeper of the Park” designation from Forest Park Forever, induction into the St. Louis Media and Advertising Hall of Fame, and a Lifetime Achievement Award from the St. Louis Ad Club.

In 2010, Tom and Jeanne lost their oldest child, Alex, in a car accident, while he was a graphic design and advertising student at Savannah College of Art and Design. Tom continued to lead Rodgers Townsend for several years, but was simultaneously called by Alex in several different directions. He wrote a book, In This I Will Find Beauty, chronicling the family’s first year without Alex. He wrote a book of poetry relating to the loss, and he wrote and recorded numerous songs. He travelled to India. He took up oil painting. He continued to play piano alone and in various bands, something he had done seriously since high school. He and Jeanne started the Alex Townsend Memorial Foundation and the A-Town Get Down, an art and music festival in Savannah, Georgia, intended to inspire community and creativity and to celebrate the life of Alex Townsend (“A-Town”) (www.a-towngetdown.org). In 2012, he founded Pianos For People, a non-profit organization that provides free pianos and piano lessons to children and families with limited resources, giving these families equal access to the transformative power of music. In 2013, he took a sabbatical from R/T to teach advertising at SCAD for a semester in an effort to become part of the world and city that Alex had so loved. In sum, Tom powered his way through his enormous grief by bringing Alex’s artistic and musical gifts to the masses. Finally, in 2014, he retired from R/T to devote himself full time to his philanthropic causes.


The Townsend’s philanthropic causes grew and thrived, with Tom serving as Board President, and Jeanne as Vice President, for each. The A-Town Get Down has been recognized as one of Savannah’s top festivals, and has provided thousands with the gift of art and music in its nearly ten year history. The Alex Townsend Memorial foundation has been used to fund initiatives at Oliverian School, the wonderful alternative boarding school Alex attended in New Hampshire, as well as an inspiring memorial courtyard and a scholarship fund at SCAD.
Pianos For People, which he dubbed “the happiest place on Earth,” has sourced, serviced and delivered over 260 free pianos and served over 10,000 people through its South St. Louis and Ferguson, Missouri, piano schools. PFP was the recipient of the prestigious 2017 Arts and Education Arts Innovator of the Year award, the Monsanto “Grow St. Louis” award, and various local, national, and international awards for its marketing outreach.
Tom and Jeanne were awarded Honorary Doctor of Humane Letters degrees from SCAD during its 2016 commencement ceremony for their work at SCAD and in Savannah. Tom also served for many years, did extensive pro bono work, and travelled the globe for Outreach International, a non-profit organization that provides sustainable solutions to help end extreme poverty around the world; served for many years on the Washington University Public Relations Advisory Board; did extensive pro bono work, and was a major donor and award recipient of The St. Louis Black Repertory Company; and received awards from the mayor of Savannah for his work in that city. He was excited recently to receive an invitation to serve on the Board of Jazz St. Louis, and partnered with Grammy award-winning pianist Peter Martin in Mr. Martin’s Open Studio, an online forum in which top jazz players teach their craft (openstudionetwork.com). 

In September 2018, Tom was inexplicably shot in the face in an attempted carjacking near his home in Clayton. He spent months in BJC Hospital, having numerous life-saving and reconstructive surgeries. At the time of his passing, he was facing still more surgeries. In only the way he could, Tom used this experience to learn and grow, rather than to become angry and bitter. He became more determined than ever to make St. Louis better, and to fight the forces of evil here. In his typical fashion, he used his downtime, the time his surgeon instructed him to rest and remain close to home, to create. He spent hours upon hours in his nearby art studio, painting through his pain. Hooked up to his numerous IV infusions and even a feeding tube, he conceived and created The Healing Sessions, a project in which he collaborated with various local and national musicians, and gave a young filmmaker a rare opportunity, to demonstrate the healing power of music. (Thehealingsessions.org).

You led a magnificent life, Tom. You made the world an infinitely better place. You were blessed with immense talent, immense heart, and an immense capacity for giving and forgiving. Although you were taken from us far too early, you accomplished more in a given day than most people accomplish in a year, and more in one lifetime than most people could accomplish in ten.

You taught us everything we need to honor your tremendous life and legacy—seeing potential in everyone, using our God-given gifts to better the world, offering help and encouragement to anyone in need, genuinely believing in the inherent worth of every human being, taking every possible opportunity to learn from and show interest in absolutely anyone, living every day like it’s our last, celebrating art and music because they are all that’s left when words fail, laughing at ourselves because humility is honorable, finding joy in the midst of sorrow and beauty in heartbreak, having a truly generous heart with no expectation for anything in return, being a faithful servant of God, never giving up hope, and believing fervently that love always wins.
Tom is survived by his wife and partner in life of 35 years, Jeanne Knowles Townsend; son Nathaniel (Nate) Townsend and daughter Laura Townsend Kerkhoven, each of whom he was so very proud; son-in-law Joseph Kerkhoven; siblings, Jim Townsend (Joan), Kit McRae (David), and Amanda Bristol (Mike); numerous nieces and nephews; and countless surrogate children, cousins, siblings-in-law, and friends. He is predeceased by his beloved son, Alexander Boone Townsend, and his loving parents, Dr. James Townsend and Catherine Brittain Townsend.

You touched and changed the very trajectory of more lives than you can possibly imagine. And through all of it, every bit of it, you placed your family above all else, and the good of others before your own good. We were nowhere near ready to lose you, so full of love and life you were, but we know you are at peace heading into your next adventure, and reuniting with your beautiful Alex.

A memorial celebration will be held in St. Louis next spring. Memorial contributions can be made to Pianos For People, www.pianosforpeople.org or the Alex Townsend Memorial Foundation (atownfoundation.org). 

Clifford Franklin

Clifford Franklin serves as the President of FUSE, a full-service integrated advertising agency based in St. Louis, MO and Final Phase Marketing, a management-consulting firm. The organization has over $65 million in capitalized billings. Clients have included Entergy, Washington Convention & Sports Authority, Safeway Stores, CNN, Hyundai, Anheuser Busch, IBM, Access Heath CT, United States Department of Justice, Lumiere Hotel & Casino, and the National Education Association. FUSE was also the African American advertising agency of record for the historic Obama for President Campaign in 2008 and 2012, Mark Warner for Senate in Virginia, Nixon for Governor of Missouri, Kay Hagan for Senate in North Carolina, Stacey Abrams for Governor, the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, Democratic National Committee, and Warnock for Senate. According to Advertising Age, FUSE is the 4th largest independently owned African American owned advertising agency in the country.

 

Final Phase Marketing is DBE, and ACDBE firm working as a consultant for the District of Columbia Department of Transportation, and as concessionaire on the Airport Advertising Contract at Denver International Airport and is a joint venture partner with Hudson News & Gift at  St. Louis Lambert International Airport.

 

Clifford is also CEO of the newly launched, online urban video network, www.gfntv.com.

 

A lifelong resident of St. Louis, Missouri, Clifford is a graduate of the University of Kansas. He has served on numerous boards including St. Louis Children’s Hospital, The St. Louis Regional Chamber and Growth Association, ARCHS, and is a life member and National Board Member of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity. He donates a vast amount of time and resources to numerous community and philanthropic organizations.


MARC KEMPTER

Founded in 1995 by J.C. Dillon, Marc Kempter, and brothers Eric and Keith Tilford, Core was a nationally recognized creative force that shook up the St. Louis advertising scene. through the early 2000s. After three years of gaining national attention, CORE became a member of Ogilvy & Mather’s “Syndicate” collection of boutique agencies and had a roster of national clients including Nike, Virgin Mobile USA, Miller Brewing Company, and Monsanto. Locally, their work for St. Louis Post-Dispatch won numerous creative awards. CORE officially dissolved in 2010, and its founders have moved on to other agency leadership roles.

 




Thursday, June 18, 2026

Fathers Day 2026









It's no secret, I am a proud Papa. More importantly, I am so very proud of the parents my kids are to those boys born in 2016 (Lawton and James)

So much fun visiting with the Morgans of Ocean, NJ over Father's Day weekend (for the third year in a row). Eberon Bathing Club, The Bruce Springsteen Center for American Music, Brunch that included the Matriarch (Toby), Bing's sister (Deborah and her husband David Schatzow), cousin Perry (and wife Autumn with kids Samson and the "Knock Out" Marlow with a broken foot). And, of course a round of Golf (with exception for the bunker trouble on #8, a fair scoring for me on Father's Day with my amazing son Ben). 


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Ben and Allison walking French Bulldog Henry (Hank), James at bus drop off after a 1/2 day at school on Monday. Hank and James are becoming fast friends.

Trip Highlights

Saturday June 20 - O Dark Thirty flight departs STL - Cypress lot C park in Row A-3. Flight United ON TIME departs 6am arrives ahead of schedule 9:14am NJ time. Ben is on airport duty. Elberon Bathing Club includes lunch (hot dog and share of James fries and cold water). Cabana adjacent. Beautiful day with Ocean 68 degrees - too cold for me. 

Sunday June 21 - Father's Day 8:30 round of golf with Ben. Red tees. I was about 7 strokes better than Ben until hole #8 sand bunker was cause of "blow up". Brunch at 28 Dorset includes two casseroles by Allison (#1 w/sausage #2 blueberry). Perry/Autumn/Samson and "knock out" Marlow. Too bad a spill returning from NYC celebration of Knicks NBA Championship lead to a broken foot and a trip to the hospital for Marlow. Deborah and David anticipate July 13 heart valve in NYC. Jean is in Bouford, NC for her brother's 50th anniversary. The Matriarch if delivered on time for brunch and id trying to figure out where FIFA World Cup is being broadcast from (Atlanta on this day). 

Monday June 22, 2026 - Well Secaucus and the NJNY Met Life Stadium will be busy venue with Norway v Senegal. Papa Wes takes the train to NWK way early. Uber ride to Train Station at Long Branch. My flight is delayed and I am home by 2am. (16 planes waiting in line for departure). Plane from Mexico, Pilot from Denver and weather delays. So I was able to see Norway mostly win 3-2. 

Allison and I visited the Bruce Springsteen Center for American Music. (It's an incredible celebration of music - not only Springsteen's influences but a study of the role music plays in our country.)










Monday, June 1, 2026

Rememboring Dave

David Peter Drimer passed on April 26, 2026, at the age of 69.

Born on July 20, 1956, David lived in Long Island City, New York.












Morgan’s Life of Drimer

Note: Dave Drimer predeceased me (in April of 2026) and thereby wins the wager we laughed about as college colleagues fully certain that our futures would be newsworthy. Back in the day, we imagined that our individual accomplishments would make a meaningful mark on the world. I regret that my account will be inferior to anything my dear friend Dave might have written about me. (He always was a superior wordsmith.)

Little things are big things. It’s in those simple gestures in life that you see (usually too late) just how much those simple things add up. With Dave there are so many memorable things that may have gone unrecognized (or under-recognized) at the time that add up to a mountain of goodwill. I wish I could create a tapestry or weave a rug that might illustrate what a remarkable person he was and how fortunate I was to have him as my dear friend.

Having lost Dave just a few weeks ago, I so easily feel the tears of my loss. (I know, that is selfish and self-centered.) This might just be the time to record a few nuggets that will likely form a sort of mosaic. The picture, if well crafted, will provide a portrait of “Maurice” the music fan, or any number of attributes from “joker” to “midnight toker” or “gangster of love” and beyond. (Apologies to Steve Miller).

“Hey, nice shirt. Got any others?” I made a crack something along those lines (maybe in August 1974) when the kid from the dorm at the end of the Mahoney Hall second floor past by my room #234 (which I shared with my brother Greg). It was Dave in a black button-down shirt he seemed to be wearing for a week. This exchange happened and Dave was not amused. It would be a while before we would become the closest of friends. We shared adventures in creative writing classes with Professor Lester Goran and in that crash course in business – Program in Management Studies (PMS) that made the two of us Liberal Art Students qualified to pursue an MBA.

Dave and I were in a small group of students who decided to visit Mexico. Since we were in Miami that short trip was accessible (maybe 1977). We climbed the structure at Chichén Itzá, a spectacular ancient Mayan city located in the Yucatán Peninsula. We went to Cozumel. I had a backpack for this kind of travel. Dave was lugging a valise like a kid from New York.

Dave and I became a sort of comedy team. We wrote (and performed) mostly for our own amusement. We were fans of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore (I had a recording of Good Evening). We Wrote a Mothers’ Day Song that mocked our inability to express true appreciation for Moms everywhere: M is for the MANY things she gave me, O is for the OTHER things she gave me, T is for the THINGS she gave me. H is for the HUNDREDS of things she gave me. E is for EVERYTHING she gave me. R is for the REST of the things she gave me. Put them all together they spell MOTHER. 

We liked to role play job interviews: "So you are applying for the assistant book-keeper position. How would you feel if the head book-keeper job opened up?" (In our sketch the interviewee cannot see opportunity in that scenario since assistant is as high as his ambition can take him.)

Dave and I were fortunate in being selected to be regional representatives of the University of Miami Admissions office. In exchange for representing UM admissions at High Schools and College Fairs regionally we got a modest stipend and Gold American Express Cards. Through this program we learned some valuable lessons in salesmanship and academia. We were filling out applications for the Admissions Office at one point. It was a formality really and I recall laughing and telling Dave “You don’t have to tell your family history on this thing, ya know.” Dave went for the joke with his simple question “How do you spell Schnauzer?” (As if including his family dog was an essential part of the application.) Funny, Dave.

Kidding aside, David P. Drimer shows up. He has shown up for me again and again. When my wife lost her Dad in 1993, Dave was graveside in Neptune, New Jersey along my wife and kids (about 10 and 6 years of age). He was also present when my wife passed in 2022. I shared Dave’s comment about my wife after he and some others, Lynn among them, shared a house rental in Miami (around 1978). “When Lynnie’s Happy, I’m Happy. When Lynnie’s Mad…I’m Scared.” (So cute and a telling insight.)

Dave shared my quest for exploring Art. I was bouncing around Advertising Agencies as a account manager in New York beginning in 1982. I’m pretty sure Dave and I visited the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), The Met, The Whitney, The Guggenheim and the Frick and more. 

In fact, in 2025 Dave agreed to meet me at MoMA. I flew in from Saint Louis (where I’ve lived since 1996). I hadn’t seen Dave in years but it was like old times. When he spotted me sitting outside the gift shop he did a double take. “Oh, I was looking for the 30 year-old Wes Morgan.” (Funny, Dave.)

Dave and Donna lived on Avenue A in Lower Manhattan. They were most gracious in helping me settle in when I returned to NYC to work at BBDO around 1989. I shared a story of a photo of my parents at the Stork Club (early 1940s). I casually mentioned that I would love to have one of those Stork Club ash trays as a souvenir. Dave gestured me to follow him outside. We walked just a couple of blocks when Dave pointed into a restaurant supply/décor store window. There in the window: A Stork Club ash tray. (It cost me $30.00 but it is a prize possession and a memory of Dave to this day).



P.S. I'm thrilled to be planning a trip to NYC for celebration of Dave Drimer in time for a New York Mets game vs. the Marlins. Donna says the gathering will include some Syracuse alumni... July 31, 2026. 



Tuesday, May 19, 2026

I'm Just James

 



James Benjamin Morgan is my granson. He is my son's son. His name honors his great grandfather James O'Connell Morgan (my dad). He was born December 19, 2016, just six months after his cousin Lawton (my daughter's boy born 7/5/2016).

He was only about 4 years old when, on a visit to his Maternal Grandmother's house in Memphis, I found myself on the living room floor involved in a pretend game in which a birthday party was taking place around some poker chips. James was eager to to participate so he cast himself as a threatening dinosaur. Ready to crash the party he growled. Slowly he lumbered to the birthday cake of poker chips and stomped the birthday party - cake and all.
 
Papa (that's me) pretended to call the police to report the disturbance. My son Ben was brilliant in the role of an authoritarian policeman. Surveying the damage, he commenced his investigation. The questioning turned to the recently reformed dinosaur. The policeman (dad) asked the suspect to provide evidence in the case and report. 

"I'm just James?" was the sum of his witness testimony. 

I just love how he was able to switch from terrifying dinosaur to innocent  bystander in that little play. (The policeman could not apprehend the perpetrator).  

I'M JUST JAMES




James at Granma Jean's house in Germantown (Memphis).
James with Papa Wes in NJ Liberty State Park
James and his dad (Ben) at Purple Glaze in Asbury Park, NJ


"Nobody's gonna make a monkey out of me.
I'm the rightful ruler. Anyone can see." (K Rule in Donkey Kong)



Friday, May 8, 2026

LSP Art Fair 2026

 



The 39th annual Art Fair at Laumeier Sculpture Park is upon us. I've agree to again serve as a volunteer during the weekend event. I just had a weekend visit to New Orleans (May 4-6) along with my brother Greg, We went to visit with our brother Sundance. But to appease my art museum junky habit we visited the New Orleans Museum of Art and the adjacent Sculpture Garden. While I continue to think of Laumeier as a gem in our region and a wonderful showcase of world class sculpture, New Orleans impressed me with their collection of over 90 works on view outside and wonderfully presented along a well maintained trail. 




Tuesday, May 5, 2026

NOLA Morgan meeting

 









An historic meeting of Morgan boys takes place over May 3-4 in New Orleans. Sundance suggested Betsy's Pancake breakfast diner on Canal Street. It was an ideal place to review a variety of topics including: 1. How we might get Sundance's TV working again? 2. Is the Degas House worth a visit? 3. Can Greg add Dan via facetime on his iPhone? 4. Will our waitress, Katherine be amused by the comic sardonic wit of the Morgans ordering breakfast (after 10:30am when the specials are no longer offered)? 



Edgar Degas, the French born Impressionist visited family in New Orleans for five months in 1872, a fact that is celebrated within the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA) and a house that is in the Register of Historic Places. (Of course Greg and Wes visited both NOLA and Degas House).

I pondered Richard Diebenkorn painting of a woman on a porch at NOLA before Greg and I visited the remarkable Sculpture Garden adjacent to the museum on a beautiful day for viewing sculpture by Robert Indiana, Keneth Snelson, Louise Bourgeois, Deborah Butterfield, George Rickey, Claes Oldenburg/Coosie Van Bruggen, George Rodrique, Henry Moore, ...and More. (A truly amazing collection on view at the Sydney and Walda Bestoff Sculpture Garden)




 



 


We visited the WWII Museum, where we joined an audience, composed largely of seniors for a 4-D Movie complete with a 7 minute introduction by actor Tom Hanks. (The 4-D experience included jaring moving seats and noise and lights that includes being run over by a tank! War is Hell.) Of course I could not resist the display of the Hitler declared DEGENERAT ART (with appropriate inclusion of St. Louis favorite Max Beckmann).



We also caught a glimpse of the Ogden Museum of Southern Art including a terrific exhibition of classic photos of Jazz legends including the singing great Billie Holiday. 

Greg rented a car so we covered a variety of Nawlins' vistas like Bourbon Street, Lake Ponchetrain, and Loyola University. Greg doesn't mind driving. GPS allowed us to find Hansen's Snow Bliz shop and a brand extension of the Cafe Du Monde for coffee and beignets. 

We were well fed at the Fairfield by Marriot in Metierie breakfast fare (including a make your own waffles station and a variety of toppings). I lost my wallet on the floor at Metierie's Buffalo Wild Wings (which was fortunately returned to me by the festive group who were at our table after us).


Katherine, our server at Betsy's photo-bombed us at breakfast. A few minutes earlier a guy (Benny) carrying take-out stopped for a moment to recognize Sundance. "My two girls took tennis lessons with you...They're doing well" (How wonderful is that random recognition of impact?) 



The famous quote from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962) is: "This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend". It is spoken by newspaper editor Maxwell Scott to Senator Ransom Stoddard, deciding to bury the truth about who actually killed the outlaw to preserve a more inspiring narrative.


Where Art Meets Nature: The Sydney and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden explores the history of this award-winning space and highlights works from its superb collection ranging from the 19th to 21st centuries. The Garden’s founding patrons: Sydney and Walda Besthoff.

Greg - 
Even though Katherine (our server at Betsy's) called security on us. And I lost my wallet at Metairie Buffalo Wild Wings. And we couldn't find a parking spot on Bourbon Street. And I got run over by a tank at the WWII museum. In spite of everything, it was big fun being with you and visiting with Sundance in New Orleans. 
Love, 
Wes