Turtle trauma
A nice relaxing Sunday morning after spending the evening with my Turkish friends at their almost opened Del Forno – we ended up eating at The Bank on its penultimate night before Alex moves to New York forever.
I wanted to read a little bit of the paper before takng Arlene out – she was sunning herself on the front porch – wanted to see who won the Preakness – and while I was in the Sports section, I read about the Saints tight end who wrote the short film on what it was like playing in New Orleans after Katrina – I got all welped up when he said “we weren’t playing for money, we were playing for the city, our home” and right then Taylor came walking in the door because Beth was stopping by to say hi.
Then I went for a nice long bike ride out to the lakefront and saw Beth again while I was on my way back, she was just headed out for her ride. Coming through City Park and up over the bridge, I saw two little boys and two grown men wrestling with a turtle. Turns out the turtle got hooked in the boy’s fishing line and the men (French) were trying to get the hook out but everybody agreed the turtle (bites – morceaux). So I got off my bike and got all up in there and ended up taking the turtle home in plastic Winn Dixie bag.
I ran up the steps to get Roy next door but as I was knocking on his door, he drove up with Andree having just picked her up from San Antonio. He got a couple of pairs of pliers and got the hook out and I brought the turtle over to the bayou and set it free.