King cakes and New Orleans, falling on your doorstep

2005-02-09 - 9:33 a.m.

With yesterday being Fat Tuesday, my head was full of New Orleans and you. I'm sure that no matter how many times I go there in my life, I will always think of the city with images of you in front of a wrought iron garden gate, a jukebox in a bar, your laughter with a hustler down by the water, or silence with your aching head in my hands.

Last night I helped to christen a new piano. We milled around the living room, chiming in on songs now and again, and dug through pastry looking for a saviour, hoping to get lucky. Maybe we had that tradition just a little bit wrong.

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