Ann was also nice enough to me drop off at Wayne and Louise's around the corner. They are old friends of the family from Maine, although I did know Wayne professionally, when he was the editor of Casco Bay Weekly and a huge supporter of the arts in Portland. He is a freelance journalist now, writing about all kinds of things, but an expert on rum and the cocktail. Louise is a public defender, so we talked a bunch about the corruption & racism in the NOLA police force. She told me of two heart wrenching & bone chilling stories of cold blood murder by cops post Katrina - the Danziger bridge shootings and Henry Glover. The cops, just now in 2011, being sentenced. Thanks to journalism and the FBI (never thought I would thank them for anything).
Then they took me for dinner at their friend Pableaux's house where I met a bunch more interesting people and ran into Brett Martin, who I went to Hampshire with. Apparently its a a tradition to have red beans and rice with sausage on Monday nights, so I was honored to be part of that. They were fantastic, as was the cornbread, watermelon we all shared family style, and of course Wayne's tea punch.
Wayne makes tea punch:












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