Every year…I say, I’m not going to think about it this time. But I always do.
It was 11 years ago. It was a massive blow to my life. Many times you think you can imagine what you would do…if for some reason, you lost everything in the space of one day….
Fantasy never matches reality.
New Orleans is my City.
She is my Mistress and My Home.
I love her as much as it is possible for any human to love where they come from.
She has Style and elegance.
She has seen a lot of American History.
She has also seen a lot of Human misery and Pain.
But this entry isn’t about Nawlins (The way we pronounce her name, and the only way it should be pronounced)
It’s about where I grew up. A small town, just outside the Embrace of the city.
A very small town, in comparison to New Orleans, herself.
I lived 28 years of my life there.
In a house, about 500 yards from the banks of the Mississippi River.
Here’s a view of my marshland home from the bridge that you need to cross to get there.
When you live in New Orleans and the surrounding…
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