By Melanie Jackson
An overturned truck has left wild turkeys operating unfastened in wish Falls. Chloe Boston, unofficial detective and meter maid, is decided the duty of rounding them up. whereas Chloe is looking turkeys she stumbles on a homicide. the manager desires either turkeys and killer rounded up through Thanksgiving. Can Chloe do the very unlikely and likewise be maid of honor at her cousin's marriage ceremony while the groom is her major suspect?
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Jack Kerouac read at the Seven Arts, along with Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Ray Bremser, Ted Joans, and other notables of the Beat era. Eventually I started reading the poetry I’d written at an empty dayside typewriter in the newsroom, working as long as I could get away with it. Janice worked at several of the Village espressos as well, including the long-lived Figaro. We discovered a place on East Sixth Street where the proprietor, a follower of Ayn Rand, sold peyote cactus, an indigenous hallucinogen.
But I was not, I could not, not any more than I could ﬂy. I guess I also knew at about that moment that I would never leave her, not ever, that this thing was forever. Your great soul, your world historical ﬁgure, would have walked. Not Bob. Not your daddy, children. Leave your mother? No. So like the original Christus and the young man who could not leave the life he knew, I turned my back on the wager and went my way. The census, which my wife worked until virtually the day before she gave birth, was a dazzle of New Orleans strangeness.
I was thinking of towns like Lake Chickasaw, of the whole continent disappearing into times past. There was no chance that an experience like performing in The Cup would ever come my way again. I was too young to be tied down in this way. A world of adventures awaited, across continents and across oceans. A world of beautiful and available women of which the Christus’s daughter, who indeed seemed to like me, was only the ﬁrst. I looked over at Janice. And I thought, She’s done it to herself, committed to all this too young; she was just a kid.