A New Orleans State Of Mind
And: Yat Is My Co-Pilot; Hidden Politics Of Church; Wayfarers Looking For America
You know why I don’t judge Kamala Harris for her various accents? Because down in New Orleans, I’m code-switching like crazy, without being aware of what I’m doing until I hear the muddy syllables flop out of my mouth like a catfish grabbed out of a hole in the side of the bayou bank.
Mostly, I blame the man above: Ken Bickford, notorious Crescent City …
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