BurningbirdWhen the mayor of New Orleans was talking about the poor people of the city who didn’t have the means to escape, and gave the number at 100,000, it didn’t dawn on me at the time that in a city of 500,000 this means one in every 5 people didn’t have the means to escape […]
Sheila Lennon linked to a piece written by Anne Rice for the New York Times, Do you know what it means to lose New Orleans. She wrote: Something else was going on in New Orleans. The living was good there. The clock ticked more slowly; people laughed more easily; people kissed; people loved; there was joy. … […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. In 1927, the rain kept falling in the Mississippi delta. Folks would look at the sky anxiously, hoping for a break, but none came. Those who lived near the Mississippi, well they knew he was a cantankerous old bastard and could turn on they any old time. They’d watch the […]
I am not a sentimental person. Oh, I think I had traces in that direction at one time, but I’ve lost them over time. Weblogging has helped, because I’ve seen sentimentality practiced as an artform in weblogging. The more I see of it, the more I turn away from it. It’s like eating cotton candy–a […]
This is my last post on Katrina. There’s never been another storm that has fascinated, as well as frustrated and angered and saddened me as much as this one has. This is a storm that was tracked to grow into monsterous size and hit on or near New Orleans almost three days before it hit. […]