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.
June 26, 2009
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