Poetry…Moonlight, Mermaids, and Flying Olives
Today when I was driving home, I saw our next door neighbor getting out of the car. A nurse was pulling up his pants and helping him with his walker. He’s a very old sick man, and he lives alone in a big mansion. I’m told he was a famous New Orleans judge for years. I feel sad when I see him–he’s bent and shaky and both his feet are wrapped in casts. One night his nurse came knocking at…
