The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.
The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading
The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading
Thank you dear Anne Rice. I wanted to become a writer become of you. You were a mentor to the young writers. Your stories create characters, unforgettable stories. You will be never forgotten.… Continue reading