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I leave early in the morning for Shreveport. For work, I spend about six days a month in the far reaches of the state, visiting prisoners and doing investigation. The Shreveport-Bossier City area, along the Texas and Arkansas borders, makes Lake Charles look like San Francisco. The poverty is still prominent, but unlike New Orleans, it takes on ( Read more... ) -
Reggie Bush party
The sidewalks below are covered with people; everyone is wearing black and the fleur de lis, carrying a case of Miller Lite, or both (most both). There's a crazy energy all about. This is the right kind of deluge ( Read more... ) -
arcadia
Leaving New Orleans felt like a re-entry into a life I used to know. The drive up was beautiful: thick green foliage coating the sides of the roads, in swamps and forests, only the fires from oil refineries along the horizon. A kept me company on the phone, and as I pressed on up the Mississippi, and as she sat in her house, we prayed the rosary ( Read more... ) -
to Lake Charles, LA, (little Bessie girl that I once knew)
I leave tomorrow for the Texas border. I'm visiting four prisoners in three jails, and as I'm mostly ignorant of their cases, my legal work will be minimal. My biggest jobs will be to keep conversations going and to make sure I buy the right can of Coke from the vending machine ( Read more... )
