Peace be home for Christmas
It’s what the Spaniards call the madrugada, that darkness before dawn, on the bayou and I see the lights from the street lamps and porches reflected in the inky black ripples of the bayou. I can see down Grand Route St. John and it appears that two houses have Christmas lights so bright, I’m shocked anyone can sleep there. I was in a meeting where I saw a plan to put a three deep grove…