Torn on the Bayou

Concern meets camaraderie at the 4A’s media conference

Walking down Bourbon Street, I heard squishy sounds coming up from beneath my boots, but I refused to look down. This was the night after Mardi Gras. The last thing I wanted to know was what was under my feet. Or where it had been.

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