The trip to New Orleans French Quarters was dazzling and bewitching with a friend there ready to meet up for drinks. Elsas wedding anniversary and her oldest daughter Myra. They shared crawfish, and alligator nuggets. A ferry picked them up, a trolly thru Bucator St. where ghostly memories of job bankruptcy, and for a man who won her love plagued her throughout her stay in New Orleans after the hurrican devastation. There Myra kept to herself. She felt an emptiness going through the cemeteries and marketplace where fresh soaps and herbs were homemade and sold.
Lake Geneva, WI and Milwaukee were two of the places Myra would be saying.goodbye to as.friends were diminishing and fading.from their meeting places here giving her
time to self examine and reflect, learn and make good.decisions.
There Myra often found a.remote place to reflect and think, coffee shop across the way, a bait shop near the cottage, she counted her blessings, and didnt know how but would come home to Indiana with a job, and a house of her own, a son, and a cancer scare while a cyst grew to be the size of a tennis ball on her overie, removed
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