For real: yesterday the sidestreet my house is on was real icy.
I forgot about how icy it was until I tried parking behind someone and slid right into their bumper.
What a pisser, it was a new car and everything.
Even though it was a tiny bump on the bumper (what else is that for, if not for bumping?) I knew I had to at least say something about it. Its only right eh?
However, in the two minutes it took me to go inside and write a note on an envelope the person or persons unknown drove off.
For real: I still have the envelope in my coat pocket:
I ran into your b ack bumper (the street was icy) Please call me at XXX-YYYY & I can pay for the repair
Also for real is the fact I never wrote more about New Orleans. I tried a few times but the post was too long and maybe even rambling. Ask me about it ( at a party or something)
Instead, here are a few pictures. I didn't take that many.
Fig 1: Looking down Marais St
Fig 2: Garage across the street.
Fig 3: In the backyard; you can see the Claiborne Ave Bridge in the distance.
Fig 4: The back step. My favorite spot at the house.
for real
Hey, kook. I am showing elena and another pastor how estrip works. They like your post.
Thats were the camp was. They had camps within the city limits but they weren't done and/or ready for a large group.
kook what's point A on that map?
i.e. why were you on the west bank? the airport is the other way...
anyway. way to go kook and drew. thanks for helping out. :)