Bossier City, LA — “Some people had disappeared, All my favorite places” from My City Was Gone by The Pretenders
A month ago yesterday, I fled my home. One month ago today, Katrina made landfall, and I’m sure y’all know the rest. In a few hours I will make my return to New Orleans.
It’s an anxious time. The only certainty in my life is that I have a job. As of today, my apartment is still inhabitable. I may be living at work, or I may be crashing at someone else’s place. Big on the good news front was today’s announcment that we could shower in the city’s water. The repopulation of the general citizens begins on Friday. It will be nice to have more folks around. The deserted city was surreal to see once, but I don’t want to have to deal with that on a day-to-day basis.
I look forward to being in a familiar place, but more importantly seeing familiar faces. It’s going to be like the first day of school when no one has seen each other all summer. We all have stories to tell, and will for the rest of our lives.
I’m going to try to document, and comment on, on as much of the rebuilding as I can. Over the past few weeks I have learned that the national media is good for entertainment and not much else. I’m not saying I will be Edward Murrow or anything, but I want to give a different perspective. Oh yeah, and if I see him, I promise to give Geraldo Rivera a nice uppercut to the nut sac for the sake of humanity.
My life has been changed dramaticly in the past month. And I’m sure will change even more in the coming weeks and months. Time to pack my life into the car again.
Pardon my French but LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULER!
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