Thanks, Shreveport

And Joanna whispers "Never again..."

A good way to end a week of working in Shreveport. Reading at The Naked Bean with howt Joanna Ballard, followed by an evening of listening to Dirty Red's band at The Noble Savage Tavern. Thanks to Joanna. I hope my job takes me down your way again at some point.

But now, I have to head out for my flight (which is possibly going to be delayed). I will be reading and writing my way through the two flights home and won't see home until near-midnight. There will be 30/30 poems (or is that 365.365 poems?) later this weekend, though I can't commit when, as I'll be helping my Mom out as part of her birthday wishes. But keep your eyes open.