Saturday, November 26, 2016


The soil of Bayonne is made of grease and
oil. That is why nothing grows. It was but
the brawn of men that built that place at
all. That Latourette Mansion  -  it once faced
a lovely harbor, where the large boats rode.
People disembarked and walked the grassy
grounds : hotel, resort, favored spot. No one
had to speak : paths and lanes held wagon
trails for outings on the day. Statesmen of
the era came by for gin and genuflection.

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