The ordinary pleasures of everyday New Orleans
Miss Crystal- how much worse than any other finanical advisor could she be?
Miss Crystal’s table (but no Miss Crystal) was directly in front of St. Louis Cathedral yesterday when we went out there. I was struck by her wide array of talents, and might’ve struck up a conversation with her, had she been around.
On the other hand, if she was such a wonderful psychic, wouldn’t she have known I’d been there and made herself available?
On the third hand, maybe she knew that when I do things like that I irritate Charlie*, so she made herself scarce so I wouldn’t have to endure his whithering looks. Start up the Twilight Zone theme…
*Actually, he’s very patient when I start to talk to random weirdos on the street. But it was too good a joke to pass up. 
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