I have a childhood memory of sitting in a parked truck on Lake Pontchartrain, my dad in the driver’s seat, eyes locked on the swaying palm trees.
I was always mesmerized by the tall palms lining Lakeshore Drive. They sway so dramatically in the wind, it’s impossible not to imagine them snapping in half during a gusty day.
Pointing to the tree nearest us, …
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