


It was a melancholy ride as we drove into the various neighborhoods in Pascagoula and found no get-togethers .... our silence, of course, broken by the fussing of baby Emily. On returning home, we did not attend the block party. We ate boiled shrimp, talked awhile longer and I left to go back to my home where I closed the blinds, cranked down the a/c, went to bed early and hoped, like Dorothy, that I might wake up in the Land of Oz!
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