HumidCity

so it’s as if i’m charlton heston walking down the beach…. DAMN DIRTY APES! DAMN DIRTY BUSH! DAMN DIRTY FEMA! but somehow that post-apocalyptic analogy is missing something… no witty or insightful sequals (thank goodness), no action figures (although the t-shirt biz and faux fleur de crap is still blooming), and no great tie-ins (apologies to brinkly, rose, spike lee, and the cast/ ace bandage of k-ville)

no it’s hard to survive new orleans… you know the day in/ day out life in a trailer or the previously unheard/ unreported/ or downright ignored gunshots, the visits for katrina related illnesses or the lack of understanding and loss of jobs, the strain on relationship, the self doubt, the suicides and countless others contemplated or attempted…hard indeed, but are you really that happy to see me?

new orleans has become a forgotten city perhaps except when luminaries like brad pitt draw the media or criminals too numerous to hold office get elected and re-elected… it’s hard geetting to sleep, it’s hard getting out of bed… and yes, i remembered to take my medicine,

BLOG THIS!

phfred@notthat.com

Chris Rose, our most eloquent voice after The Storm, takes a bike ride along the route of the city’s most famous streetcar/bus line: Desire. A line, alas, that will probably not be returning. It is a heartwrenching tour, especially if you know the neighborhoods and can be read here.

Thanks to AnimaMundi for pointing it out!

BTW- Stella is still missing, Stanley has his hands full with FEMA paperwork, and Blanche is relying on the kindness of strangers somewhere in the midwest…….