Flying Along


A fter reading Storyteller, many of you know I like blurry motion pictures. I try not to publish too many of them because, you know, you’d get bored. For that matter it’s the same reason musicians playing a concert don’t play five or six fast songs in a row. They — and me — tryContinue reading “Flying Along”

Home, Not Home


Y es. I was taking you through my travels, but soon New Orleans will fade into my rambles. I’d like to say I have mixed emotions about leaving, but I don’t. The city is very broken. We are on pace to have the highest number of murders per capita. That means we’ll have around 350Continue reading “Home, Not Home”

Sometimes It Rains… Hard


The thing about living in New Orleans in the summer is that you never know when it is going to rain. You can start out with a bright, sunny day. Then. BAM. You can’t run to your car or open your umbrella quick enough. Umbrellas become yet another sort of accoutrement in the summer. Even inContinue reading “Sometimes It Rains… Hard”