A week flies by so quickly and I look around and think oh jeez where did that week go? It's warm out and the breeze is strong. Parts of the country are being whipped by brutal winds but in New Orleans it's just the wind off the river and the sun shining down. On Easter Sunday we sat on the river and watched small boats become big boats then become small boats again and squeeze underneath the giant Mississippi River Bridge in the distance.
In my childhood I'd visited with my parents and we sat on that same pier in that same spot and when my mom went to take a picture a gutter punk stood up and yelled, "DON'T TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!" and my mom said, "Okay but you're not in it anyway." I asked her why the kid didn't want his picture taken and she said he might have been a runaway. Now I'm the runaway. But you can take my picture if you want.
I like this a lot.
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