In NOLA
I'm here in New Orleans for the first time, for a conference, and driving into town from the airport (you have to take the bridge made famous by all that horrifying footage of Katrina) I had the wind knocked out of me a little, like everything I remember about Mollie just came rushing back. It has been hard to be here, much harder than I would have expected if I had even thought to consider it before I came. I'm thinking about her constantly, and sad. The air of quiet decay, and the jazz, and the humidity, and the friendliness of the people, and the here-ness of the place - I can't think of a good way to put that - it all makes it feel as though she could be just around the corner, like you could just run into her.
But she isn't. And I can't.
All of our lives are filled with leavings and it guts you a little bit every time but that's just the way things are, I guess. So - cheers, Mollie. Wherever you are, I hope you're as happy as you were here.
But she isn't. And I can't.
All of our lives are filled with leavings and it guts you a little bit every time but that's just the way things are, I guess. So - cheers, Mollie. Wherever you are, I hope you're as happy as you were here.