The Madrugada

I crept home at 4:30AM this morning and for some pitiful reason was up at 7:30 walking the Bean. My neighbor T was working on his truck. He always takes his guitar over to the Fairgrinds and plays in the afternoon, but Friday night I saw him over there with a fiddle – and he sounded terrific. This morning he said thanks for organizing the bridge on Katrina’s anniversary and I said, you didn’t stay long. He said, I wasn’t going to go so that was long.

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