OPINION | PHILIP MARTIN: End of the hayride
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Philip Martin
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Today at 1:57 a.m.
You can wear out your heart on the thin roads of southwest Louisiana amid the palmetto groves and the silvered shacks and the empty poverty of all the dying little towns.
I used to live in one of those towns not far from a place called Crowley that lies in the sweltering flatlands beneath I-10, a fading city of low two- and three-story brick buildings that lead down Parkerson Avenue to the square built around the old WPA courthouse. When I was last there, nearly 40 years ago, the jail was in the basement.