The Seer, Page 11 (final page of chapter one)

The Seer, page 10

The Seer, Page 9

Poster From a Legendary (and sadly, fictitious) New Orleans Performer

Saw Gator Red in a tiny bar on Frenchman Street. Asked him for his autograph but he was so drunk all he could manage was an "X" and a little scribble of a National Steel Guitar. We got him in a cab and told the driver to take him home. Found out later he was rolled and left in Lake Pontchartrain, where we ran into him next day, feeling much better, picking his teeth with some rusted rebar.

Jim Mackniki, a two-fisted, gravel-voiced and grizzled copy editor hung up the pica pole yesterday. Over 30 years a newsman, starting as a copy boy at a paper in Eastern Washington. Jim fit my imagined idea of a hard-nosed, cynical, tough journo to a T. I was scared of him for the first three years at the paper. Now I'm sad to see him go. Here is the Jim I knew.

The Seer, Page Eight

The Seer 7

The Seer, Page Six

The Seer, Page 5

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