News of New Orleans Trip

Ach! I’ve been gone too long. Behind a couple of days on my posting. Here’s the scoop:

Wednesday and Thursday were spent mostly doing paperwork for some online college courses I hope to teach this next year. I’m still behind on it. Now that we’re in 2008, I’ve also got tax preparation to start thinking about. That’s about two days of work, just to get everything ready for my CPA .

BOOK SIGNING NEWS:

Friday and Saturday: I left Monroe EARLY at 5:00 am to arrive at the New Orleans French Quarter by 9:45 a.m. I had very successful signings at the Friends of the Cabildo Bookstore (Jackson Square) and A-Tisket-a-Tasket (Decatur) both days, the Cabildo in the mornings and Tisket in the afternoons. As usual, I made many contacts, and I am now proud to say, my photograph (an 8 x 10) has joined those of other authors (some quite famous) who have signed at A-Tisket-a-Tasket in the French Quarter. This trip I was signing both of my books: Jim Limber Davis: A Black Orphan in the Confederate White House and Stories of the Confederate South.

Friday night, I visited my friends in Assumption Parish. At the home of Michele Aucoin, we had quite a soir

2 thoughts on “News of New Orleans Trip

  1. Hey Mr. Pittman! Long time, no talk! I see that you’ve been doing well. I’m glad things are picking up for you. I hope you had a wonderful New Year’s. A fresh start, a new day.

    I’ve been writing poems lately. Here’s a poem for you to read! Tell me what you think!

    “Crimson Stained White”

    On that day, the crimson stained the white.
    The pristine glistening of the essence of life.
    It had been laid before my eyes.
    Oh, what a glorious sight!

    The smell of roses lingered in the air.
    It was the smell from your hair.
    The petals from overe there
    Just beyond that small tear.

    A smile lingered on my face;
    One that only time would erase.
    I touched the blood to my finger for a small taste.
    It’s such a precious waste!

    On that day, the crimson stained white.
    The pristine glistening of the essence of life.
    I think back to that time with such delight.
    The day that I took your life.

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