It's November. Charlie was in the hospital last month with pneumonia. He was there for a week. Stopped smoking. Then he started smoking again. Needless to say I was not happy. I even threw things and broke them. I did not break my momma's red pyrex bowl.
Charlie's sister came to town for the weekend. Charlie took her to the Shreveport Fall Farmers' Market. I took her to the Highland Jazz and Blues Festival. She brought a nice bottle of wine from Baton Rouge and shared it with me and I taught her the delightful joys of boxed wine.
