Clay is thinking of the french quater, wondering if they will be putting up a big French quater mall in its place.
I know, Cec
My worst fear is that they will drain the place and put in a mall
The thought of McBourbon Street chills my blood
I don't want to rain on your parade but that is how I feel about the inner harbor, I don't care how many hip bars, booteeks, and fancy restaurants are there
Me and ferlinghetti remember pictures of the gone world, the mystery of a great port city. I remember it when ships were there , I remember laying in bed at night listening to the fog horns. The crash of box cars being joinded to gether, the skip jacks tied up
I have to look up the word maudlin. Is that what I am missing.
I hear your joy, I don't feel it as much. Except for the sail boat rentals. That made me verry happy. Other than that it makes me feel old and in the way. (the title of an excellent blue grass album)
