New Orleans

My mother-in-law, Ms Larda, is back home in Chalmette.

Not a minute too soon. She says she can’t never show her face in Folsom again.

She had been staying there on the North Shore with my daughter Gumdrop while her house was getting fixed after Katrina. Thank God it’s ready.

What happened was, last Wednesday she got up at 5:30 a.m. in Folsom and went to make her coffee, like she does every morning, only this morning there ain’t no coffee left in the canister. Nobody else in the house drinks coffee except Gumdrop, and she can’t do that now that she is pregnant again.

If I had known Katrina was coming, I wouldn’t have spent the whole day cleaning my house.

Life is like that sometimes.

I ain’t complaining. Nobody who is alive to tell the tale is complaining.
Not too much anyway.

This is what we are going to be talking about for the rest of our lives. Our great-grandchildren will beg us to please change the subject, but we won’t.

We got to tell our stories. This is mine.