Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 16
Dark clouds moved in from the Gulf of Mexico toward Morgan City. A lone St. Mary Parish Sheriff’s deputy, driving … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 16
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Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 15
While bikers and their babes, hoodlums and ho’s were partying at the Newport Motel in Morgan City, Thomas Messina was … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 15
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 13
Even criminals, for the most part, took the day off and participated in the revelry known world-wide, where decadence reigned and beads and doubloons rained from Napoleon Ave, down St. Charles Ave., around Lee Circle all the way to Canal Street. Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 13
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 12
It was an odd request. But then again, how do you say it is a request when the questiixxon is … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 12
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 11
Returning from another trip to Morgan City, Thomas Messina eyed the various makes and models of cars and trucks that … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 11
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 10
The sweet, smoky fragrance of burning sugarcane found its way into the cabin of Thomas Messina’s Chevrolet Impala as he … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 10
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 7
Late Monday afternoon, four days following a tropical depression that left South Louisiana soggy, sore and broken in a few … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 7
Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 6
Chaos produces calm… in the midst of unbalance and confusion, outside and fringe elements seize on the distractions of the … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Ch. 6
Carpooling with Carlos, Chapter 5
A late August tropical depression that had formed days earlier in the Bay of Campeche arrived in the grassy marsh … Continue reading Carpooling with Carlos, Chapter 5
Carpooling with Carlos, Chapter 2
A shrimp boat idled slowly up Bayou Teche, the captain navigating the dark waters without the aid of a spotlight. Barely visible, the craft’s running lights were dark, giving the appearance of a wandering ghost ship, without a living soul on board to reach its destination. The moonless night covered the slow path of the […]
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