Death and dying in the Big Easy
I met G at the memorial, which had moved to N’s house, which serendiptously was on the parade route. It was tough seeing the remnants of a man’s life – I perused his bookshelves and his art and thought, I could date a man like this – with books like Walker Percy’s Thanatos Syndrome and Greil Marcus’ Mystery Train front and center on the shelves. His fiance was talking about how they had all these…