Friends are where you find them
He didn’t look like a serial killer. Do they ever?
Me, I was in New Orleans, walking briskly (always walk briskly; muggers go for people who look uncertain) up Esplanade Ave. to catch the Rampart bus, to get to Canal St., to take the streetcar to Christchurch Cathedral on St. Charles Ave., slightly pressed for time. The man was putting something in a car parked curbside. He had a li...
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