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So… I’m in New Orleans. Steph’s got some kind of conference and wanted me to come with her. That means while she’s sitting in lectures all day, I’m free to wander the French Quarter.

It’s as exciting as it sounds. Today, I had my first beer by 2pm and pretty much kept going. That said, we were back in the hotel room by 9:30.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped by the bar of the hotel we stayed at the last time in N’awlins’, The French Market Inn, which reminded me of something…

So… I’m in New Orleans. Steph’s got some kind of conference and wanted me to come with her. That means while she’s sitting in lectures all day, I’m free to wander the French Quarter.

It’s as exciting as it sounds. Today, I had my first beer by 2pm and pretty much kept going. That said, we were back in the hotel room by 9:30.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped by the bar of the hotel we stayed at the last time in N’awlins’, The French Market Inn, which reminded me of something…

Mrs. Cottingley's Big Day

Mrs. Cottingley was 103 years old and ready to go. Maybe tomorrow. Each day was much like the next at her age, and she thought she’d made up her mind. As such, she’d gotten up that morning and set about putting her affairs in order. She had family to think about, after all.

Mrs. Cottingley's Big Day

Mrs. Cottingley was 103 years old and ready to go. Maybe tomorrow. Each day was much like the next at her age, and she thought she’d made up her mind. As such, she’d gotten up that morning and set about putting her affairs in order. She had family to think about, after all.

Wind Raider Tours

Ned sat in the hotel room, watching the weather, Travis Meyers pointing and gesturing to Crayola colored computer cartoons of storms that moved across the screen in staggers. Outside, thunder and wind buffeted the walls of the Super 8, and Ned thought he heard hail, which was good.

Wind Raider Tours

Ned sat in the hotel room, watching the weather, Travis Meyers pointing and gesturing to Crayola colored computer cartoons of storms that moved across the screen in staggers. Outside, thunder and wind buffeted the walls of the Super 8, and Ned thought he heard hail, which was good.

Fear of the Dark

Mike stood in the backyard under the old oak, sucking on a cigarette and watching the sky grow dark and angry. A breeze tossed brown leaves in swirls, then piled them against the fence. Mike knew eventually he’d have to bag them up. He took a drag.

Behind him, he heard a window slide open.

“Mike, you coming in?”

Another drag.

“Mike!”

“Just give me a moment,” he said, clenching his hand into a fist.

“You okay?” she asked.

Fear of the Dark

Mike stood in the backyard under the old oak, sucking on a cigarette and watching the sky grow dark and angry. A breeze tossed brown leaves in swirls, then piled them against the fence. Mike knew eventually he’d have to bag them up. He took a drag.

Behind him, he heard a window slide open.

“Mike, you coming in?”

Another drag.

“Mike!”

“Just give me a moment,” he said, clenching his hand into a fist.

“You okay?” she asked.

His eyes scanned the road ahead, though if someone had jumped out in front of the car, he’d have been too distracted to swerve. He noted his knuckles were white, relaxed his grip on the steering wheel.

     “We can’t wait longer,” she said.

     “Why?”

     “Because we can’t. We’re getting too old, for one.”

     He clenched his jaws. They were arguing about timing. Of course, they were always arguing about timing. And time. Not the same thing.

His eyes scanned the road ahead, though if someone had jumped out in front of the car, he’d have been too distracted to swerve. He noted his knuckles were white, relaxed his grip on the steering wheel.

     “We can’t wait longer,” she said.

     “Why?”

     “Because we can’t. We’re getting too old, for one.”

     He clenched his jaws. They were arguing about timing. Of course, they were always arguing about timing. And time. Not the same thing.