Baton Rouge I had fallen into an exhausted coma last night. Reading the paper my eyes had grown heavy lying on the camping pad, and I had started dozing off by 8:30 pm. From time to time I heard voices, laughing and talking… New Orleans voices with the inflections and accents of home, but it …
Month: October 2005
Progressive Forces Hungry for the Fight
Boston I landed at close to 2 AM in the morning at Logan Airport. It was close to 3 AM before the head found the pillow. It was small comfort to find “my story” on the front page of the Boston Globe where radar problems had knocked the flight schedules — like mine — on …
Batting .500
Baton Rouge Sunday was a long day in Louisiana. At 7:00 am lunch packed, water bottles filled, truck gassed, I was on I-12 moving east from Baton Rouge in the cool, dewy morning of an early southern fall. First, stop was Denham Springs. Picked up my brother at Exit 10 standing by the road, where …