I can typically admit when I have a problem. For example, I can admit that I might have a crush on Anne Jackson’s blog. Quite honestly, I’ve never even read her books or met her in person. I just know that she’s usually pretty witty. And she can be deep and introspective. It’s just good stuff, folks. I say I have a crush on her blog and not her though. She’s married. That would just be wrong.
The point is that she recently posted this. I found it necessary to read in its entirety. I hope you do too. Check this out:
:: Facing Down Fear at a Shady Motel ::
By Anne Jackson
By Anne Jackson
It was unseasonably cold in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, last December.
When I arrived Wednesday, it was 75 and muggy. By the same time
Thursday, it was 32 degrees and windy – a cold, damp, biting wind that
messed up all of our hair and left us shivering in the shuttle which
drove us around the most dangerous areas of town.
After
making the rounds at several adult establishments to hand out roses to
the ladies who worked at them, we visited the almost condemned Alamo
motel, home to pimps, drug lords and prostitutes.
The
cold air kept the prostitutes indoors, but we managed to stop by one
motel room where we knew we’d find a lady the team I was with had
gotten to know over the last few months.
She answered the door in a house robe and hair net.
We’ll call her miss Ella.
Read the rest of the story here. And you really should read the rest of it here. It’s where I got the picture from too. Please read the rest of it here. Don’t just skip this part of the post. C’mon, folks…
