… commanding on high through mighty granite channels, “let the drought cease!”
Just got back from New Orleans tonight, where there was much deviltry and doing-that-is-ne’er-well afoot. WERE YOU AWARE: that, in the glorious City at The Ende of the World known as ‘Nawlins,’ you can procure alcohol and have them pour it in a plastic cup for you to run ’bout the fair land with, laughing all the while, cheeks ever rosy?
Does it sound like fable and fiction? It is not!
P.S. Today is the day of my birth. Celebrate it!