Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around from air-conditioned gallery to gallery. The temperature outside was in the mid 90's as every day had been since we arrived in New Orleans. The deserted streets echoed with the distant sounds of a sleepy city.
There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and...
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Late summer, 1998: The rain was whipping up outside my office windows. Hurricanes...