If you drive or walk or trip or amble around New Orleans long enough, you start to notice something. A common something, a something that lies consistent among all neighborhoods and in all parts of town. That something is the Katrina X. The Katrina X is everywhere. Those urban search and rescue markings…are everywhere. Still. …
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Katrina: The Big One-Oh
Saturday mornings are a quiet realm in my neighborhood. Well, early Saturday mornings are. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’ve been porch-dwelling for an hour inside this cocoon of silence. Watched the sun rise from behind the Bald Cypruss tree that has, now, swallowed my front…
Nine Years Later: August 29
As I fired up my laptop to write this, Tom Waits paid me a visit on my Pandora station and it was “Day After Tomorrow” which, even though it’s a song about a soldier at war, feels really poignant today. It is, again, August 29. A very, very complex day to walk around in. Today, I went…
Eight Years Later: My Away-from-Katrina Story
Today I got up and rode the streetcar to work, did my job, had a po-boy for lunch, continued to do my job, rode the streetcar home, and am now writing this while drinking out of a Juan’s Flying Burrito go-cup and the Saints kick off in about 15 minutes. Business as usual. But not…
