Just because……….the few people that have purchased or read my first book of poetry seemed to love this story the most, I thought I would share it with my readers.
This story originated from old papers, receipts and journals owned by Marcel Guerman that I found in a trunk in the attic of a building on Camp Street in New Orleans. The building was being renovated into apartments and I was to be the first tenant. My third floor walk-up looked out on St. Patrick’s cathedral. (seen here) One day we crept up to the attic to take a look. Among the many things in the attic was a single, cherrywood door of an armoire that I have to this day. Off in a corner was a leather and metal ribbed trunk forgotten for decades. As I read pawn tickets, journals, papers of this stranger’s life, from decades earlier, I could envision this European man as clearly as if he stood next me. I wrote the first draft in 1979. Continue reading “‘Hair Cut…Two Bits’…. Nostalgia – (part 6)”