Our dear friend Terrence wrote this poem and read to me on the phone from Houston last night. It might be the best Katrina poem of all time.

"I Wanna Go Home" by Terrence Walton

I wanna go home.
A summer day has come and gone,
Texas is wrong,
I wanna go home.


Terrence's friend, Jabari, and Terrence next to our Loquat tree--or, as they call it, the "Misbelieve Tree" (no one seems to know why New Orleans children call the japanese plums Misbelieves, but they do, and I love it.) Our loquat tree is readying her fruits, but this year there won't be kids around to eat them.

I'll write more about Terrence and his famlily soon.