I'd love to dine with Ignatius J. Reilly of A Confederacy of Dunces ... a supper of Paradise Hot Dogs, washed down with a few bottles of Dr. Nut, naturally.
Just in NO and took a picture of his statue in front of the former D. H. Holmes Department Store building. It's now a hotel, the Ritz Carlton, I think. The doorman saw me fawning over the statue and asked who Reilly was. "Guess I should know that as a doorman who stands next to the statue several hours a day," he said. I was quite inebriated (Bourbon Street was just around the corner) and went into lecture mode, telling the story of John Kennedy Toole, his mother, Walker Percy's championing of the book, and the Pulitzer. "And thanks to Percy the book was published by Louisiana University, er, Southern Louisiana, er, uh, State University of Louisiana, something like that." Then I broke into giggles. "LSU," the doorman said. "YEAH, that place!" My wife witnessed the whole exchange and was in hysterics.