Erin Vito

Every night on his way back from the warehouse James would walk along the Mississippi river, checking on her like a father would watch his sleeping daughter. Without her, New Orleans would have been but a dream and James himself a subjugated clodhopper traipsing through… Read More »Blog Post #2

Emboldened by a sense of duty to his father, Michael chose to bring up a topic that was heavy on everyone’s mind. “I heard there are wholesale evictions going on up at Brittas since you left Father. Some of them went straight into that workhouse… Read More »Blog Post #1