Old Bull Lee’s House

 “We bounced the car up on the Algiers Ferry and found ourselves crossing the Mississippi River by boat. ‘Now we must all get out and dig the river and the people and smell the world,’ said Dean…” (On the Road, Part 2, Chapter 6) I’ve always lived where Jack Kerouac has been. I didn’t plan…

Bead Dog Pause

(Heh.  See what I did there?) Approximately 2.5 weeks ago, or so: I sat at the computer in my newest room, this one in Colorado, biting my lip very, very hard.  Freshly wounded from what felt like a failed trip, I nevertheless had an entire stack of New Orleans photographs to edit, and was bravely…