written 3.29.08
A streetcar passed down Canal street and I was a block away. This happened to me the day before, and the next car came only a minute later. It was the weekend of the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival and I had an all access pass because I, along with all the UNO Creative Writing students, helped judge the festival's one act play.
I had taken the streetcar to the French Quarter the day before, but today, though I had my pass inside a memo pad and the festival brochure inside my jacket, I had no real intention of doing anything festival-related. I was headed to the community bike project, otherwise known as Plan B.
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