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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…

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The Bard of New Orleans

If ever the city needed a poet who speaks for its soul, New Orleans needs one and here is one of NOLA’s finest – a posting to his Facebook page: Murder in New Orleans by Chuck Perkins on Tuesday, March 1, 2011 at 8:49pm The phrase, “a lot of my friends are dead or in jail”, no longer evokes shock or horror”, its meaning has become tamed. Too many mentions in movies and songs; too much…

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