Brown,” the middle -aged bellman said: “I just want to tell you that my dad was Jim Leslie.” Gladys wondered off to the gift shops as I went up the elevator with the bellman to check in our room. Because of a houseful of guests at my mother’s house, we decided to stay at the Horseshoe Hotel and Casino, a bustling enterprise on the Red River in Bossier right across from downtown Shreveport.
My wife, Gladys and I were in Shreveport last week attending a funeral.
