Aloha! Being Friday and all, I thought I’d take a break from my week of soul-sucking, admin-type things (the next “dashboard” I see better have a V8 engine attached) to give you a quick Magpie Moment, one perfectly themed for your upcoming weekend. “I’ll have the margaritas waiting,” Lisa called out. Our mother had always preferred drinking margaritas to hurricanes at a Hurricane Party. (She’d said it would take more than seventy-five mile-per-hour winds to make her drink anything so vile.) Chapter Thirteen, No Safe Winterport Having lived in New Orleans, I’d have to agree with Syd’s mom. Hurricanes are Read more…