I seized and devoured the book the instant it arrived in the stores. And almost immediately I had the opportunity to come to Louisiana to work on hurricane evacuation planning for New Orleans. This morning, the Baton Rouge Advocate's headline read: "State 'lucked out': Hurricane season ends today." This means not only that complacency deepens, but that I have to go home.
I am heartbroken. I am head-over-heels in love with Louisiana. After four months of graciousness, lovely weather, and consistently good coffee, I have to pay my respects to Roscoe (now Mike the Tiger) and get on a plane to Washington DC, with a striped yellow tail hanging from the handle of my laptop case.
Weeks after I arrived, the lights in the water came to me again. And I suddenly recalled that the Society of Friends holds that there is an "in-dwelling Light" in every person. What a galaxy of lights shone in the water in those days, and how shameful was their extinction.
Mr. Burke's books started my love affair with Louisiana, and now I'm ready for a permanent relationship. I have my eye on a shotgun in Spanish Town...