The Huffington Post -
25 Jan 2016 23:54

Waves of stinging triumph gripped my father and me as we walked up the freshly poured ramp to the swanky Jefferson Performing Arts Center in suburban New Orleans. At 88, my father has been watching his godson-nephew Dennis G. Assaf build a lively arts presence in New Orleans since I was a Catholic school girl in tap shoes. A permanent home for my cousin's Jefferson Performing Arts Society (JPAS) has been on the far horizon for almost four decades. Yet more self-conscious than the elephant on Air...
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