Somebody forgot to tell the French Quarter that this town is dead. Because the regulars at Johnny White's Sports Bar & Grill on Bourbon Street were having none of the talk about their city being the new Chernobyl, a ghost metropolis never to rise again. Even if the bureaucrats in Washington and Baton Rouge want to shut the place down and move everybody out. "It's my property. I have a right to die in my property," bartender Larry Hirst said as he served up a pair of Heinekens to two female patrons Thursday night. The politicians and disaster planners, Hirst...