January 4, 2009
My last day at Shands for a while.
I'll always regret having to leave.
Daddy kept Eric hydrated.
The boys were pouting because
I had to go back to California.
Daddy drove me to the bus stop.
The protesters were out.
Back to New Orleans.
I bought my neighbor, Alonzo, a
postcard of the French Quarter.
He was a New Orleans native & was dying
of bone cancer.
Alonzo died the next month &his wife said
the last thing he asked for was that postcard.
His sight had left him but he was
holding on to it just before he died.
My bags at Amtrak in New Orleans.
Ready for my 2 day train ride back to Los Angeles.
Swamp. For miles...
