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Why We Live Here, Part 42 April 12, 2009

Posted by The Typist in 504, food, New Orleans, NOLA, Toulouse Street.
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davecrawfish Photo by Christy Bracken Hackenberg

The perfect restaurant red of Dave’s crawfish hides the real reason. It is because they are Dave’s crawfish poured out in the backyard of our house, because somewhere behind the friend snapping that photo a dozen more friends sit in the folding canvas contraptions we call Jazz Fest chairs: drinking beer and wine, talking and laughing, getting ready to come over to the table and stand talking and laughing and peeling crawfish together, a perfect vernal antidote to the weight of the thought of Jesus and his disciples arrayed around a darker table sharing a last supper.

When I am gone, do this in memory of me.

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1. Adrastos - April 12, 2009

You forgot about Cinema Folse, dude. Btw, Grace was shocked to hear you hadn’t seen Godfather II. “I thought all men had seen that.”

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2. Marco - April 13, 2009

lookin’ good

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