Friday, September 02, 2005

Now I know what it means...

I have a fondness for the city of New Orleans. I was hooked the moment I set foot there and the two visits I've made have hardly been enough. It was also the only place J and I have ever been to on a major vacation.
It struck me as a city of strength and endurance. Of resiliance. A city that has been through many crises and always survived.
I'm afraid of what happens now.
I can only hope.

It is so horrible to see so many waiting for help, so many dying in the process. I've entertained the brief fantasy of grabbing a bus and driving down myself to help haul people to safety - to some semblance of civilization. That wouldn't work real well, as I'm sure I couldn't drive a bus that far without crashing horribly on the way, so I'll likely just donate.

To New Orleans. A city destroyed. May you stand tall and proud again.
I hope to come for beignets, etouffee, and bread pudding soon.

1 comment:

LiquiDiamonds said...

greetings from across the RI Border! I'm glad that you like the Crescnet City. I never liked it (been there 3 times, each time, for a week). The tradgedy that followed in the wake of Mother Nature breaks my heart, but secretly, I hope the city figures itself out. What a cess pit. I have a spare bedroom, and I wil extend an invitation to folks from Biloxi, since I've been there and it's not a bad place, though I could have lived without the casinos.

Interesting story about me in New Orleans, in case you are...I was trying to get a photo of the huge doors at the St. Kouis Cthedral in Jackson Sqaure (the photo that you have on this entry), so I realized that I had to stand on one of the park benched...problem was, that there were lots of "morning after" homeless folks on them, so I asked them -nicely, mind you - could they move down just a bit, so I could get a shot. They not only obliged - with that warm "sure no problem" way that most New Olreans folks have - but they helped tell me when people weren't getting ready to go by in front of the doors, so I gould get a good shot.

Now that was nice. and I thought that if ever I needed a place to stay in New Orleans, I could hang out with the Jackson Square there's nothing. Actually, there was nothing there to begin with, except filthy streets. whacked out goth people, drunks, and poverty on the outskirts of the city like I've never seen anywhere else in the US. I hope their recovery goes well, and that they take this opportunity - as tragic as it is - to re-define what they want the Crescent City to really be.