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Daily Archives: August 18, 2003
New Orleans Summer Portrait
The heavy August air sits like an insolent child sulking under the carport where the breeze can’t get to it, if it even tried to do so down the fractured street that no longer even pretends to be the straight … Continue reading
Somewhere Along the County Line
Let’s take a detour off the interstate — The roads are straight and intersect endless rows of soybeans, seed corn and winter wheat. Besides, if we get lost, and spend our evening the only lights on this road perhaps we’ll … Continue reading
In Memphis
In Memphis, where the gypsies come to hide their dead in earth and I too seeking burial for past mistakes learned the blues hoping to hide my sense of misdirection like Elvis there along Madison Avenue two blocks from the … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, blues, Elvis Presley, Green's Lounge, impersonations, Memphis, personal history
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