I first came to live in New Orleans in 1975. My mother had a real bad case of the drunken meanies and it just got to the point where I figured I was safer on the street than I was in my own house. It was April and still pretty cold up in St. Louis. I didn’t have much by way of clothes, so I figured I’d get where it was warmer. I was a very frightened, very hostile, angry-at-the-world teenager, and this city just took me in. People gave me food, a place to stay and got me a job waiting tables. It’s been my home ever since.

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