Mardi Gras

In the late ’60s and early ’70s, John Fogerty was rock & roll’s Voice of America. On the five Top 10 LPs and 7 straight Top Five singles that he wrote, sang and produced with Creedence Clearwater Revival from late ̵...
In the late ’60s and early ’70s, John Fogerty was rock & roll’s Voice of America. On the five Top 10 LPs and 7 straight Top Five singles that he wrote, sang and produced with Creedence Clearwater Revival from late ’68 to ’71, Fogerty recharged the scruffy, fundamental poetry of folk, country, blues & rockabilly with shredded-vocal passion, searing-guitar hooks and taut, incisive observations on the state of our democracy. The America in “Proud Mary,” “Lodi” and “Fortunate Son” was bloodied by inequity and rough justice, yet rich in promise and bound for glory, rendered by Fogerty with a reporter’s concision and a dreamer’s conviction. Wrote a Song for Everyone is a testament to the continuing truth and power in Fogerty’s greatest hits. For this album, he has recut a dozen… VBR~262 kbps | 117 MB | UL | CL | MC …classics, most from the Creedence era, in dynamic collaborations with an astute cast of younger stars and kindred voices including Bob Seger, My Morning Jacket, Keith Urban, Miranda Lambert and Foo Fighters. The result is some of the best new music Fogerty has made since, well, Creedence. His singing is strong and engaged, even scalding when he goes up against Kid Rock in “Born on the Bayou,” and the current state of Fogerty’s guitar playing is summed up in his shootout with country picker Brad Paisley in “Hot Rod Heart,” from 1997′s Blue Moon Swamp. The twang flies clean and fast, as Fogerty answers Paisley’s staccato flash and whip-curl flourishes with a bracing-treble fusion of James Burton, Carl Perkins and George Harrison. Looking back at these songs, in this company, has brought out a fire and nerve in Fogerty. He sounds as renewed in these performances as the riffs and stories. With the Foos, in a roaring “Fortunate Son,” Fogerty – who was drafted during the Vietnam War and spent time in the Army Reserve – trades verses with Dave Grohl with extra, howling ire, like he can’t believe the mess in Iraq and Afghanistan, made at the same dear cost. Fogerty revisits the country-dance party “Almost Saturday Night,” from 1975′s John Fogerty, with the real stuff: Urban’s tangy banjo work and saloon-brother harmonizing. And in a bold choice, Seventies-California revivalists Dawes help Fogerty resurrect a fine, lost ballad – “Someday Never Comes,” from Creedence’s last LP, 1972′s Mardi Gras – with a poignant twist. Fogerty based the song on a painful childhood conversation he had with his father. Here, in the opening verse, Dawes’ Taylor Goldsmith is the plaintive, questioning son; Fogerty plays the elder with the darker voice, dispensing the tough wisdom. Most duet projects are awkward, unfulfilling affairs, as if the tunes and pairings were picked and cut at gunpoint. “Proud Mary” – too literally taken to New Orleans in an arrangement conducted by Allen Toussaint – is the only miscalculation here, and that’s because Ike and Tina Turner own the song’s mighty-water soul now. In fact, much of Wrote a Song is just a real good time, especially the country action: the Paisley and Urban tracks; the obvious fun Fogerty and Zac Brown Band have with the jaunty warning of “Bad Moon Rising.” Fogerty, who arranged and produced the album, also has a sharp ear for emotional harmony. Seger’s appearance in “Who’ll Stop the Rain,” from 1970′s Cosmo’s Factory, is a revealing match. The two road soldiers share the chorus in weathered empathy, to a Silver Bullet Band-style arrangement that makes you wonder if Seger used to cover the song at Michigan club gigs. Fogerty lets My Morning Jacket bend another Cosmo‘s song, “Long as I Can See the Light,” to their drowsy-country ways – it fits them, and him, like a ranch hand’s glove. Fogerty’s
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In the Book Notes series, authors create and discuss a music playlist that relates in some way to their recently published book. Previous contributors include Bret Easton Ellis, Kate Christensen, Kevin Brockmeier, George Pelecanos, Da...
In the Book Notes series, authors create and discuss a music playlist that relates in some way to their recently published book. Previous contributors include Bret Easton Ellis, Kate Christensen, Kevin Brockmeier, George Pelecanos, Dana Spiotta, Amy Bloom, Aimee Bender, Myla Goldberg, Heidi Julavits, Hari Kunzru, and many others. Lyrical and precise in its language, Jan Richman's Thrill-Bent is a bold and adventurous debut novel from the poet. Daniel Handler wrote of the book: "This novel is everything I want in a road trip and hardly ever get: cheap thrills, oddball epiphanies, big laughs, chance encounters and lots and lots of great, great talk." Stream a Spotify playlist of these tunes. If you don't have Spotify yet, sign up for the free service. In her own words, here is Jan Richman's Book Notes music playlist for her debut novel, Thrill-Bent: I won't claim to be as pathologically amusical as that cranky synesthete Vladimir Nobokov, who wrote, "Music, I regret to say, affects me merely as an?arbitrary succession of more or less irritating sounds." But I don't listen to music while I'm writing or reading. I find that my outer and inner ear start to clash, which doesn't do any favors for either structure (not to mention for finishing the Sunday Times crossword). I go to hear live music often; I listen in my car and at friends' houses; I even occasionally sing with a blues/soul trio at a bar—but most of the songs that appear in Thrill-Bent happened in my memory. Score another point for the bildungsroman. I (and, coincidentally, my eponymous narrator) grew up in the 1960s and '70s with an omnipresent digital clock radio tuned to top 40. Plus, "Jan's" best friend writes a music column for BadMouth magazine ("NYC's premier cultural crap detector"), so I got to indulge in every writer's dream: fictional band naming. Here are a few that make appearances: Staggering Genius (clever noisepop with a Tourettic drummer and a literary edge) Pussy Posse (big-label neo-garage band led by Leonardo diCaprio's best friend) Pattycake (three girls on Casio keyboards covering TV theme songs) Obscene Goo (San Francisco hair farmer/cock rockers) Bill Withers "Make Love to Your Mind" This is a rare-ish B-side I discovered at the Hunter, a now-defunct dive bar in San Francisco's Tenderloin whose jukebox was eclectic enough to ferry me through several years of late night conversations about post-structuralism/heartbreak. I can't remember what the A-side was (maybe "Lovely Day") but this song's uber-sexy bass-driven groove and nascent feminist lyrics about taking it slow ("Before I make love to your body, I wanna make love to your mind") compel me to scream Yeah, daddy, make me be your intellectual equal! Joe Cocker, Jennifer Warnes "Up Where We Belong" I think we all remember where we were when we saw Richard Gere in his dress whites sweep Debra Winger off the factory floor at the end of An Officer and a Gentleman. Because, you know, the Navy + sexual desire = the end of poverty, right? It's a fun duet for karaoke purposes (at least, better than the other ubiquitous options, "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" and "You Don't Send Me Flowers"). Just remember to decide beforehand which of you will be the officer and which will be the gentleman. Partridge Family "I Woke Up in Love this Morning" One of my childhood rituals was driving to Besta-Wan pizzaria with my dad. He made me guess which of his pockets held the quarters that I coveted for the jukebox, usually to play "I Woke Up in Love This Morning" as many times as I could before the pizza was ready. I liked the part where David Cassidy sang "Went to bed with you [pause] on my mind" because I understood that the pause contained some kind of pornographic innuendo. Irma Thomas "Ruler of My Heart" I spent a lot of time in New Orleans in 1998, most of it with WWOZ switched on. Irma Thomas was the Queen of the Krewe du Vieux at Mardi Gras that
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The gateau gu mardi gras is a baked meringue dessert made with chocolate and vanilla filling. Baked with eggs, almond extract and chasews for taste and flavor, the meringues are spread over with chocolate filling and stacked together. Wi...
The gateau gu mardi gras is a baked meringue dessert made with chocolate and vanilla filling. Baked with eggs, almond extract and chasews for taste and flavor, the meringues are spread over with chocolate filling and stacked together. With a decorated circle on top, the gateau du mardi gras, is chilled and served as a festive dessert and is one of our special family favorites!
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Legendary 'Dutch Woodstock' Featuring Pink Floyd, Santana, T-Rex, The Byrds, Soft Machine, Jefferson Airplane and Others Now Available on Double CD/DVD Set London, UK - One of the most historic concert events of the early '70s, the ...
Legendary 'Dutch Woodstock' Featuring Pink Floyd, Santana, T-Rex, The Byrds, Soft Machine, Jefferson Airplane and Others Now Available on Double CD/DVD Set London, UK - One of the most historic concert events of the early '70s, the Dutch Woodstock, also called the 'Holland Pop Festival', has now been released on a double CD/DVD set by UK's Gonzo MultiMedia. Featuring rare and exciting performances by Pink Floyd, Santana, T.Rex, The Byrds, Canned Heat, Jefferson Airplane, Soft Machine, It's A Beautiful Day, Family, Country Joe, Dr. John & The Night Trippers, Flock and Al Stewart, makes this extraordinary release a must for fans of music everywhere! The three-day festival was held in August 1970 at the Kralingse Bos (Kralingse Forest) in Rotterdam, and despite the rain, an estimated 100,000 people attended the astounding event!Featuring...Pink Floyd - Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun, A Saucerful Of Secrets Santana – Gumbo, Savor, Jingo The Byrds - Old Blue Canned Heat - Human Condition, So Sad T-Rex - Pavillions Of Sun Jefferson Airplane - Saturday Afternoon, White Rabbit, Ballad Of You & Me & Pooneil plus interviews with Paul Kanter & Grace Slick Soft Machine - Esther's Nose JobIt’s A Beautiful Day - Wasted Union Blues, Open Up Your Hearts Family - Drowned In Wine Country Joe - Freedom Is A Constant Dr. John & The Night Trippers - Mardi Gras Day Flock - Big Bird Al Stewart - Zero She Flies The Dutch Woodstock double CD/DVD set will be released by GONZO MultiMedia UK on March 22, 2013To Purchase The Dutch Woodstock double CD/DVD set: http://www.gonzomultimedia.co.uk/product_details/15545
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Hello (again).  You're (back) looking at the food blog named mmm-yoso!!! Kirk and His Missus are enjoying their vacation in Portugal (and other places).  ed(from Yuma) and His Tina are venturing around Yuma and making pla...
Hello (again).  You're (back) looking at the food blog named mmm-yoso!!! Kirk and His Missus are enjoying their vacation in Portugal (and other places).  ed(from Yuma) and His Tina are venturing around Yuma and making plans for their next vacation. Today is another post from Cathy and The Mister and their staycation. The other day, we drove West on the 8, drove South, somehow ending up near the Marina. We had passed several restaurants and decided to take a walk. Neighborhood clientele as well as yacht owners hang out near the South end of Rosecrans. The jacaranda trees are in bloom and just beautiful. We decided to stop here.  It's right across the street from The Living Room, which I posted about last year. Let me just say I wish I had stopped here sooner. Grabbing a menu, we sat down and...I smelled fresh-fresh coffee... Slightly confused, because I saw all these pump pots, I ordered a cup of coffee and was told they roast all the beans right here(!)-that's why I smelled fresh coffee.  Organic, free trade and bird free, roasted in small batches coffee.  We ordered and I took a small (1/2 pump) taste of each of the three coffees that interested me (decaf and a vanilla something flavored coffee are not anything I'd choose, ever). Ultimately, I preferred the middle selection-"Mad Red". After ordering from the lunch menu, which had an admonition of "We guarantee 'same day' service. Thank you for your patience in preparing your handcrafted meal.  Delicious not pretentious slow food." I walked around the small, ten table large interior, finally comprehending the theme.  There was also a very nice outdoor seating area in the back. Beads on the ceiling, Mardi Gras masks, skeletons and skulls, voodoo.Combined with some of the French named and Cajun spiced items on the menu...the synapses connected-New Orleans.     Of course, the eclectic condiment selection on every table was also a clue. It did not take too long for our food to be brought out.  I must say that every person working here was helping on all the tables and each one was very friendly. When we ordered, I only slightly mentioned that The Mister and I would be sharing the sandwich and salad we had ordered, and the sandwich was brought out in two baskets. Nice.  This was under the 'grilled cheese' part of the menu- a "Cochon" ($9) Provolone and Swiss cheeses...with pulled pork, ham and artisan pepper bacon, on sliced brioche. It's served with a house made jalapeño strawberry jam. No, not a Monte Cristo, not a Cuban, just a great, wonderful, fresh, tasty sandwich. The menu has pork belly on it and I suspect the bacon comes from the same place; it was not crispy bacon, but thick sliced, lightly peppered and excellent. Toasted seasoned bagel slices as a side was a very nice, different touch. The Paleo salad (large, $10). Mixed super greens (kale and spinach and other lettuces) avocado, tomato, a boiled organic free range egg, walnuts and sunflower seeds and the artisan peppered bacon that was on the Cochon sandwich. This photo does not do it justice, but the salad bowl was HUGE and  more than enough for us to share. When we went to pay, I noticed some very nice looking pastries next to the cash register, probably wonderful also.  I am already planning a return visit.  Reds 1017 Rosecrans Street San Diego 92016 (619) 523-5540 Website open 6 am-11pm  
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Laissez les bon temps rouler! Let the good times roll! That’s the motto for the Mardi Gras capital, New Orleans. When you don this festive Mardi-Gras inspired vest, your outfit is going to inspire allsorts of good times! Vest featu...
Laissez les bon temps rouler! Let the good times roll! That’s the motto for the Mardi Gras capital, New Orleans. When you don this festive Mardi-Gras inspired vest, your outfit is going to inspire allsorts of good times! Vest features printed green panels & golden panels adorned with violet diamonds. This vest is a men’s size large. Scary stories by Scare You - Tell us about your favorite Halloween costumes and haunted events. Have you ever seen a mermaid costume? $18.97 | Mens Costumes | Read more...
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It was all good just A week ago, Sunday started pretty typically in the Big Easy. Jazz cigarettes were lit in Louis Armstrong Park. Moms across the city were being treated to breakfast in bed or brunch out at their favorite cafe. Somewhe...
It was all good just A week ago, Sunday started pretty typically in the Big Easy. Jazz cigarettes were lit in Louis Armstrong Park. Moms across the city were being treated to breakfast in bed or brunch out at their favorite cafe. Somewhere, a dude was puffing an L with The Meters or Mystikal as the soundtrack. In my head, I picture Steve Zahn’s character from Treme waking up to heaping plate of Cajun Benedict, “Shake Ya Ass” and a baseball-bat spliff. The Original Big 7 Social Aid and Pleasure Club, a local organization that puts on “second-Line” brass parades, was prepping for a Mother’s Day throwdown—a ritual done each year. Nobody thought stray bullets would rain on the parade. A week later, it’s barely a footnote in the never-ending torrent of news. From the NYT: On Thursday, NOPD arrested and charged the second of two street-gang-member brothers suspected of shooting into a New Orleans parade on Mother’s Day and wounding 20 people. Shawn Scott, 24, was arrested on Thursday, a day after cops captured his 19-year-old brother, Akein. Both have been charged with 20 counts of attempted second-degree murder, New Orleans police said. “There is no question we believe the Scott brothers came here with a purpose, with a plan,” city Police Superintendent Ronal Serpas said at a press conference at the site of the Sunday shooting. “There are people we are sure they wanted to hurt.” The writing on the wall here is painfully clear, written in bubble letters and underscored twice. Since the targets were fellow hustlers, and no YTs were hit with a stray, it was all too easy to sweep under the rug and keep it moving. This was the 7th Ward, not the Beignet-scented French Quarter. Motherfuckers weren’t sippin’ Chicory-laced coffee. The parade may as well have been in Hamsterdam, a place completely off the map—at least to the mainstream media. A week after the smoke had cleared, I had to dig fairly deep in the crates to track down the article cited above. Why is this story such a blip on people’s radar? To up the ante of ignorance, some people are attributing the shooting to a culture of violence that surrounds the second-line parades. From the Times: When shootings like this happened in the past — and they have, sometimes deadly but almost never as brazenly — they often prompted a debate about street culture and violence, about the rolling crowds that form on such occasions and how much they may be to blame for what goes on in their orbit. That chafes my balls. Luckily, even Mayor Landrieu has shot down those asshats, separating church from state. Like many other folks (and especially fellow YTs who like to nerd the fuck out), I learned about the second-line, Mardi Gras Indians and parade culture via Treme. The music of The Meters also helped. “Hey Pocky Way” is about a non-confrontational parade of peace. Essentially, good vibes between rival gangs. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case last weekend. I just wish more people were talking about it. The 7th Ward isn’t in the 3rd World.
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Bay to Breakers has become one of the best parties in San Francisco throughout the years, bringing the zany and eclectic out of the woodwork, whether it is participants in the race or onlookers.The 102nd annual Bay to Breakers Sunday was...
Bay to Breakers has become one of the best parties in San Francisco throughout the years, bringing the zany and eclectic out of the woodwork, whether it is participants in the race or onlookers.The 102nd annual Bay to Breakers Sunday was no different, as many dressed to impress (or horrify). Who needs Halloween when you have this event?Here's a look at some of the most bizarre costumes in the race this year, complete with a breakdown of each. Craig Sager With a SombreroI don't know what this guy was going for, but the, um, colorful assortment radiating from his torso is something I only thought TNT's Craig Sager could come up with.But, oh, was I wrong. It starts with an ordinary plaid shirt and evolves, or regresses, into something out of Alice in Wonderland. Is this man also celebrating St. Patrick's Day with his green bow tie? What is up with those glasses? Is he going skydiving after the event? There are few things in this world that he could have taken a picture of that would have rivaled his outfit Sunday. Leopard Man Needs a RestI don't know how Leopard Man finished the race Sunday, but I can tell you, judging by this picture at Ocean Beach, it didn't end well.Unfortunately, when you don a leopard costume and you've maybe had a bit too much to drink, you think you can run as fast as a leopard. The problem is, when you've had too much to drink, that lasts for about five seconds before you realize it was a very bad idea to run in the first place.This could be a cautionary photo for youngsters. Don't drink and run: You'll end up like this guy. Horsehead Meets Mardi Gras Meets Calvin KleinInterestingly enough, the expression on horsehead's face is how I reacted when seeing this picture.It's not just the terrifying look on horsehead's face, it's also the combination of Mardi Gras beads and a Calvin Klein belt. This is the kind of thing you wake up in when you've had too much to drink and somebody's played a prank on you in your sleep.The man in the middle of this photo seems impressed. The guy on the right? Not so much. Despicable MeImagine if you didn't know this was based on a character from a film. Imagine how much it would confuse you. Think about the impressionable youth, please.My question is, how much does that thing weigh? Did that person have to hold it while running the whole time? I'll tell you one thing: If you fall running the race wearing that, you won't feel a thing. BenderThose familiar with the show Futurama will appreciate this one. I don't know how this individual actually ran in this costume, but it was a great representation of the popular cartoon character. You have to give props for the time it must have taken to create the costume, too. Also, does the material naturally reflect heat? If it does, it was also a smart costume to have on a sunny day. A Tribute to the Great Bob RossBob Ross became one of the most well-known painters of his generation while hosting the PBS show The Joy of Painting. This group took it to another level, paying tribute to the painter in a big way. I count at least seven Bob Rosses in this photo. Jamaican Bobsled TeamRaise your hand if you instantly thought of Cool Runnings when you saw this photo.I would have liked to see a John Candy tribute somewhere, but you cannot deny this was a clever idea. I wonder if they all leaned to one side while making turns. Random Guy With a Cat Perhaps I missed who this was supposed to resemble (I haven't watched every TV show out there), but I just don't see where this guy was going with this.A white cap, dark sunglasses with red rims, powder on his face, a full coat and a stuffed animal. If this was a game of Spot The Differences, I'd be losing my mind. Tarzan With Bright Green GlassesIf Tarzan was to show up at a rave in San Francisco, I'm pretty sure this is what he'd look like. KittensBizarre. Just bizarre. Milkmen (and Milklady)I don't know who is the true star of this show, the milkmen or the milk "lady." I'll tell you this: That picture
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Despite three fruitless trips and stinging only a single fish, I’m confident that Shad Fishing Died for Your Angling Sins. A long winter of tying drab and dull, your “light” reading a mix of dusty tomes featuring metatarsals and pronotum...
Despite three fruitless trips and stinging only a single fish, I’m confident that Shad Fishing Died for Your Angling Sins. A long winter of tying drab and dull, your “light” reading a mix of dusty tomes featuring metatarsals and pronotums, and you’ve exhausted both social venues and social networking and are conspicuously absent any cocktail invitations. Your banter is free of celebrity gossip and your brow furrows over the finalists on American Idol, you’re prone to mumble, and coupled with a fetching hint of mothballs from your only sport coat, you can’t sustain eye contact with a nervous hostess as you can’t tear your gaze from her fish tank. … and after months of isolation with Internet forums and that aging stack of fly tying magazines by the Crapper, you’ve bought their false prophets and notion of the One True Sport. Trout fishing. Replete with its aromatic tobacco, dimutitive flies, expensive tackle and long stemmed glassware, practiced by those strong in the ways of credit card debt. You’re insistent that a large gold bead on your nymph has a parallel in Nature, a pre-emergent pronounced thorax, and while you struggle to pronounce “4mm, slotted, and Gold” in Latin, are just as insistent nymph fishing requires a floatational aid to make it more like Dry Fly fishing, elegant, gentlemanly, eliminating guesswork and a couple centuries of nymph fishing lore in the doing. “Fling and swing” replaced by an upstream presentation, and should some timorous fellow suggest it reminiscent of the Unclean Sport, bait fishing, it’s an “Indee-kay-tor” versus “bobber” and how dare he insinuate otherwise … … and now that darkened basements and the shameless exploitation of furbearers is out, your fascination with the “bug-like” thing is no longer quaint or charming, rather you’re linked with pressure cooker enthusiasts and egghead Chechnyan separatists. Our former, “ill at ease” with joggers and the cyclists suddenly an unpopular legacy now that BB guns and our leftover tins of black powder are under a societal microscope. In contrast, Shad is the festive “Other White Meat” fishery – like Bass and Carp, a landscape where periodicals fear to tred, and its practitioners have firm sweaty handshakes, buy their rods on EBay, fashion their flies of Christmas tinsel, and non-tapered monofilament … … that’s “mono-fila-ment” not “fluoro-carbon” – only asshats and Momma’s boys fish $22 tippet … Empty beer cans line our rapids, castoff underwear festoon the brush and drunken college students holler encouragement as they wallow through our tepid water to throw up somewhere downstream. Shad fishermen embrace society and its many foibles rather than flee to the upper elevations and its gentrified antisocial notion of Pristine. Shad fishing being the Mardi Gras of fly fishing, with brilliant tinsels, florescent, opalescent, and iridescent, mixed with chrome hooks, shiny toilet chain, gleaming gold beads, ALL designed to act like split shot and sink our fly like a leaden sonofabitch. There’s no extended pinkie in our fishing, no privacy, no hushed bank of spectators intent on watching some fellow melt into hysteria when his BB shot and non-biodegradable bobber loop fetchingly around a distant tree branch. Neither do we complain about updrafts when explaining why our fly is imbedded in our arse cheek, or tree branch behind us. Instead we hear the big gaudy SOB whistle towards us and duck while giggling mightily, knowing we’ve cheated Death – and how that interloper wading in behind us won’t be so lucky … A tepid water introduction, compliments of a sharpened treble … Shad fishing is for people that count fish, that club baby seals, that wax eloquent at the prospect of laying waste to hundreds of His creatures, who would rather torture and maim than kill and eat cleanly. Our fishery, as brash and sordid as it may sound, doesn’t require us to tiptoe around concerned about we brought with us, what may have hitched a ride from our garage unbidden … we’
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I’ve had the privilege of living in Mandeville for more than 10 years. Although I graduated from St. Scholastica Academy in Covington, my husband and I did not return to the area until our first child was born.Little Free Library...
I’ve had the privilege of living in Mandeville for more than 10 years. Although I graduated from St. Scholastica Academy in Covington, my husband and I did not return to the area until our first child was born.Little Free Library...
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