6 Quotes by Parker Bauman

Being a vigilante, if only a self-proclaimed one, was becoming exhausting.

Steam fingers reached up through Decatur's freshly scoured sidewalks as they did each morning, the ancestors of the Choctaw and Saint-Dominguens and Spanish and French, no doubt reminding them they would not reliquish this colony again to the Americans.

Like a good hookah, impunity is enjoyed by the men of Afghanistan.

The whiffs of coffee and chicory and fried dough danced awkwardly with the occasional and unmistakable wafts of urine left by naive tourists or wild fraternity brothers or desperate homeless people or all of the above. Beset among throngs of tourists identified by lanyards and name tags, and dramatic straw hats, the board awaited the delivery of mountains of beignets dusted like the Alps with sweet snow.

As she prayed on a regular basis, especially when she needed help, she didn't feel the need to officially commit to the five-times-a-day prayers. Mind you, she wouldn't roll out a rug and go through ablution, and her prayers often featured requests more than anything else, but at least she sent up some form of communication throughout the day--while in traffic, when remembering a sick friend, while appreciating the sunset over Lake Pontchartrain.

Louisiana from twenty-thousand feet used to look like a fine and verdant boot with long marsh appendages reaching out into the Gulf of Mexico and interspersed with hundreds of inlets and clandestine waterways like Jean Lafitte would hole up and hide their booty.