Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around from air-conditioned gallery to gallery. The temperature outside was in the mid 90's as every day had been since we arrived in New Orleans. The deserted streets echoed with the distant sounds of a sleepy city.
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
I loved the sky on this night as we left my brother's house. It had been raining...
We've all seen them, and we've all felt the inexorable pull to stop and browse, perhaps even...
Ah, the freshness of a recently re-air-conditioned apartment is something to be savored. There is...