Pearl River A half-moon was peaking through the clouds as I walked the dog in the predawn, but they had become wispy as I left the dock to navigate my way up the bayou. The water had risen during the night, so it was easy to climb into the canoe. When it’s low, it’s more of a downward …
Category: Personal Writings
Drew, Mississippi, My Mother’s Home
New Orleans It was just another day for my mother, but it was her birthday, and she was now 92 years’ old, and that’s quite something in itself. Several times during the week before she had asked me if her mother was still alive, and I would explain that she had died forty years earlier. …
U-Haul is Becoming U-Fixit, We Rip-U!
New Orleans There’s a U-Haul location right at the railroad tracks hardly more than a half-mile from where I live and even closer to where we were assembling to move stuff from half a shotgun double to a storage unit a couple of miles down the road. Given the convenience, it never occurred to me to call …