The sirens stop below my window. What’s this? Is the hotel on fire? I’m too stoned to move. Barbara, where are you?
Category: TRUE STORIES
Tor Holmström, where are you?
TOR HOLSTRÖM drifted into New Orleans like a tropical breeze, inviting yet elusiveness . He was a rakish figure, tall and lean, fair hair tousled in the wind. Here was a man who moved lightly through life.