There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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Tchoupitoulas
Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around...
Drama No. 23
The rain was drizzling down on the corner across from the Clover Diner. An...
Who Could Forget?
At this time of year we need to stop and think about all the truly wonderful things we have to be...
Condi-sensation
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin'...