This is a house in the French Quarter. Jacksy's apartment is somewhere close. We just wondered out of the 'spotted cat'. A jazz bar with a live band. I think Faulkner was there. I've never really read his stuff so I didn't say hello. It would have been awkward. New Orleans is what America attests to be. Not Mitt's America. I can drink on the street and smoke in a bar. I can gamble in the basement.
~munch
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