Category Tiny T

Well hello Missus Fancy Pants! Or Mister Fancy pants, as the case may be. I am so glad you stopped in on this exact day. Because today I am so happy to announce the return of Tiny T and his…

   T thought for a moment about Olivia’s response, measuring her effervescent voice and testing his own cravings. As he took a breath to speak, he glanced upward. The willowy blonde in the pencil skirt was standing right in front…

   T only had to deliberate with himself for a moment before deciding to call her. Of course he was always going to call her. How many of his hours since last night on Bourbon street had passed without him…

   Once the young women were clear of Ben’s duplicitous gaze, escaped from the wide open vulnerability of Fortune Tellers’ Row, they slowed down to a comfortable stroll. Each had one arm wrapped around the other’s waist, and both were…

   His body depleted from the long run and almost refueled by the rich, flavorful breakfast of fried eggs, buttery, peppery grits, and andouille sausage, his heart kept strong and tender by the series of odd interactions that morning, T…

L   Hey T fans! While our philanthropist gentleman digests his New Orleans breakfast, listens to the banjo and washboard, and prepares for the next leg of his journey, I thought I’d introduce you to a few of his buddies. …