Chapter 582.

Where does the time go. I was thinking, earlier today, that my time passes even more languidly than New Orleans Standard Time. New Orleans moves to its own rhythm. It is a good thing that New Orleans’ circadian rhythms synch up to my own.

When you live in New Orleans, you can be what you can be. Ask any Cajun you happen to see. Ask any stumblebum or bindlestiff.

Have I already talked about the Illustrated Lady? I don’t remember. Now that I have used the word bindlestiff, I am thinking about her now, so, I am going to tell you about her….

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