After Franklin lost the football game (still not a powerhouse team), we stopped at Cafe du Monde in City Park for beignets and chicory cafe au lait.
Our alma mater, formerly the Carrollton Courthouse built around 1850, is being converted into a senior citizen living center. We joke that we could be seniors once more, on the old campus!
I stared out this window in Papa C. J. McMurdo's English classroom many a day. We had no air conditioning so could hear the streetcars pass. When we studied McBeth, he typecast me as Lady McBeth. I thought he was wrong then and I still think so. I've been ambitious but not murderous--so far. Still, troubling to me that he thought that.
Hallowed halls. Plaster was removed, exposing brick.
Trish and I have known each other for right at 60 years. She lives in Ft. Lauderdale and is also a retired attorney. We had to have po boys at Parkway Tavern.
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