I never thought I would say this...but I miss Richard playing his horn on Sunday afternoons when I am trying to take a nap and I miss Jerry banging on my door with pieces of char-grilled meat on the ends of skewers. ...
So far, Lake Charles has paled in comparison to my most recent Baton Rouge Red Stick experience. I guess I need to get out of the house. But to do what?
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