Dream a Little Less Than for Two

Photo: Davy Carren (archives)

My grandfather, he pointed to a place on the map, and my grandfather, he said, “I’ve been there, once when I was very young.” And the place he pointed to was New Orleans. My grandfather pointed to that place on the map, and he said, “I was hanging out of windows in my shirtsleeves. I was drunk. Oh, Lord. How I was drunk. How wonderfully drunk I was.” My grandfather paced around the room in this place where we now lived. My…