Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Informal art show, Ninth Ward.
Fire on Thanksgiving Day. No one was hurt.
Some businesses suffered losses though.
Moldy book about why we shouldn’t celebrate the Sabbath on Sunday. Looking forward to the Cousin Henry Potter series.
I miss seeing flyers taped to everything.
Handwritten Bible verses taped to a pole on Elysian Fields.
Also on this trip I did a job interview from a beautiful Texas highway rest stop that appeared seemingly out of the mist at the appointed time of our telephone call. I did about a day’s worth of work at the New Orleans Public Library, where I heard the chatter of some people who I’m going to guess are recovering addicts discussing other less-recovered ones, and flipped through a 1940 city directory. Stayed with friends, which was great. Drove all over Chattanooga. Watched The Grinch with both my parents; they have been divorced for over thirty years yet somehow came together for this television event. It was really fun. My dad started referring to and singing “stink, stank, STUNK!” hours before the broadcast.
Nearly ran out of gas in traffic for the Iron Bowl, which, had I actually blocked the road to the stadium, would have resulted in Auburn and Bama fans uniting to tear me limb from limb. Also stopped in Alabama for a night to stay with the Shepherds, who housed me and my mom and cat in the aftermath of Katrina. It felt like no time had passed except their kids aren’t little anymore. Sold two paintings. I got the job from the highway interview. Did another job interview from the parking lot of that Holiday Inn with a clarinet on it. Ate grits almost every day. I heard a lot of classic country and was surprised to discover I could “name that tune” in a few notes on “Swingin’” and Dolly’s “I Will Always Love You.” (Still can’t say much nice about the Oak Ridge Boys, though.)