Regrets, I’ve had a few
I ran into the Bayou Stone Fox in the park this morning running. He said he couldn’t make the party because he was sick – had stomach flu. He had just fallen and his hands were bloody as if he had just come off the cross or something. Very strange. He said he finally moved in his house, which was almost destroyed by Katrina but that he still doesn’t have a kitchen. Like a lot of Katrina rebuilders, he wants to make his house better than it was, so he opened up three full rooms where the kitchen is going to be and now he is trying to figure out how to lay it out. He needs a good architect. Hell, we all do.