Jaq Lin

June 26, 2009

Concrete Evidence

I call Julie who by now is at the office to tell her my immediate schedule. After further adventures at the bank, I have a few extra minutes before Monday’s staff meeting at the office, so I drop by Noel’s office to have a chat about my liability insurance—or soon to be lack of said insurance if I don’t find the money somewhere in my budget to pay the national-debt-sized premium. I dodge down Canal Street, avoid the street car by scattering a covey of tourists crossing the street at Royal, and find a parking place next to a dumpster blocking the sidewalk. Noel’s office is located close by in small suite carved out of a renovated courtyard at the back side of the Quarter.

About charles frenzel

I've been writing all my life. I've also painted, composed, sculpted, contributed to molecular research, advanced some mathematical concepts, lived on a sailboat, and worked for a Nobel Prize winner. Nothing in my life has pleased me more than to share my life with my wife and friend of over forty years.

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