The Keys to South Liberty

Yesterday, I had three keys made.

After almost a year here at South Liberty Street, I realized it was time to take the plunge. It was stunning, really, how we have somehow managed to make it work.

For an entire year, three of us lived in a house with just one key.

And we had no problems. No theft, no lockouts, no major miscommunications. We talked several times about going down to the hardware store on Magazine to do the five dollar task, but somehow it never warranted the time nor energy. Everything just sort of worked out.

My two current roommates are moving on, one to another place here in NOLA since his program only runs for another six months and one north for business in the Windy City.

I'm staying, though, and I'll be joined by two fine law school classmates in a few days. And Mrs. Elsas is staying on downstairs, too, having hit her 93rd birthday a few weeks back - a finer, livelier neighbor one could not find.

So, I'm content tonight after our final meal together at Ignatius. Phil E has killed a final cockroach for good measure, the red beans and rice are settling nicely, and I'm tired from hauling furniture up the back stairs in the jungle heat. I'm excited for the next round.

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Hooded Cobra

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Phil E, Killer of Cockroaches

I tore the space up in my desperation. But there were too many for me to handle alone. Especially once they started flying.

Phil soon arrived, though, and charged the room, brandishing his trusty GQ. Many were slain. Normalcy reigns over the household once more.

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Take That, Oral Arguments

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