Byron And Savannah

Avoiding A Lilly Call 

A healthy looking  sun rose from the below the horizon in the east, and ascended in an arc, towards a zenith, somewhere above the church where Louis Armstrong married Lucy in 1964. The church has been closed, God evicted; all his shit set out along the sidewalk...

Now, the moveable  letters, like refrigerator magnets in a glass case affixed to the front of the edifice have been rearranged by someone to announce that

''asses will now be held' at Saint Anthony's," about a half mile up Canal street, and a couple blocks off it.

There are other  houses of worship that one will pass on the way to St. Anthony's, but these are other gods, and can be ignored... they are not taking up much space and will do no harm...

Right now, some  very blue-ish gray clouds are starting to cover the sky to the north and thunder can be heard emanating from that same direction. And so I will close up this laptop, before a gust of wind closes it for me....

Update: Before I  could close the laptop and go off in search of shelter, a young couple named Byron and Savannah came by and asked me if I had a minute..

I told them  to ask the dark clouds that were rolling in overhead, if I had a minute (before rain would drive me away, type of thing).

They went on  to ask me if I knew anything about the very church that I had been in the process of writing about in the first paragraph above...

This turned into  about a 20 minute discussion between us, during which I came to realize that I really didn't know very much about the history of "Mid Town" New Orleans, other than that a statue had been torn down, and then replaced by a work of art that amounted to a pile of rocks, which were subsequently removed, leaving a bare pedestal. Then, we talked about Catholicism, and the fact that the church where Louis Armstrong was wed had been shuttered after being sold as part of the settlement of a class action suit filed by victims of sexual abuse at the hands of clergy. Asses will now be held at St. Anthony's...

By the time  we had talked for about 20 minutes and Savannah had prayed for me, the sky had cleared to blue with a few puffy Cumulonimbus clouds; and so I am able to continue on here; except for the fact that I am out of ideas to write now, right now...

Jacob and I  played at the Lilly Pad from probably about 10:30 until 12:09, when one of my strings broke, which I repaired so we could play until about 12:30, when a second one broke. A group of 4 men then strode past, with one of them asking us to play something, 'even Freebird,' he said. It was with considerable regret that I used the broken string as an excuse to not play any longer, since it was a Wednesday night (now Thursday morning) and I didn't want to have to get a call from Lilly this morning, which would undoubtedly have commenced with: "One o' clock, Daniel?! On a Wednesday night, when Chantilly has to be to work at eight in the morning?!" type of thing...

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