(The 12 Ways of Christmas, Part 9 – The Way of Searching)
Kevin Hunter stared into the darkening eastern sky as he negotiated the city’s freeway traffic. Busy enough because it was Friday afternoon, the holiday season only made New Orleans driving more congested. The take-no-prisoners aroma of the Folgers Coffee plant and the looming I-10 high-rise bridge gave Kevin all the sensory evidence he needed…
The Big Easy would soon be in his rearview mirror, perhaps forever.
The irony of Daughtry on the radio was more than Kevin bargained for as he reached for the “search” button:
I’m staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain.
I’m going to the place where love and feeling good don’t ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel’s a different kind of pain.
Well I’m going home, back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me…
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…apples are a natural breath neutralizer…
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Traffic backed up on the Huey P. Long Bridge, delays up to…
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I know your still searching. Uh huh. You searching for love. Uh huh. You searching for peace. (That’s right!) But you’re never gonna find what you’re lookin’ fo’ till you find what the Wise Men found! Wise men still seek Him!
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Kevin gave up on auto room noise and settled into the quiet, dusky stillness as the double row of taillights escorted him over Lake Pontchartrain. It seemed odd to be making this journey on this day – his 30th birthday. It had been two years since he’d been to Pensacola – longer than that since he’d celebrated Christmas at home with his parents. But the urgency in his mother’s voice and the crumbling life around him made it clear – like it or not, it was time to face the music.
And the Man. [click to continue…]
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