It’s 11 p.m. at the Bourbon Street Bar, and Roselyn’s gyrating her hips to the blues band, Sue’s sipping a cocktail and flirting with her new boyfriend, and Alan is scanning the crowd for cute girls.
“See those two?” a buxom blonde asks, pointing to an elegant couple at the bar. “They were caught having sex in their golf cart a few weeks ago. It happens a lot!” Read more
Once upon a time (seems a hundred years ago), I was the proud possessor of a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature–determined not to teach, in love with a Naval flight instructor who was also a pharmacist. Marriage seemed like a good idea but it was fun to be a newspaper reporter for awhile!
