“My Daughter and Son-In-Law Criticized Me for Getting a Tattoo at 75, So I Decided to Teach Them a Lesson”
It was a day like any other in New Orleans, or it seemed at first sight. The city buzzed with the usual combination of sounds – a distant hum of the tram, the vibrations of passers -by, rhythmic tap of jazz that poured out of open windows. But inside Elis’s house, something extraordinary developed. At …