WHY THEY HAVE TO REBUILD
Still trying to have a weekend, but every once in a while reality slaps me in the face and I get all agitated again. Every time I turn on the TV or radio, that happens, so I tried to take a nap. Forget it. I can't nap. I just lay there and drool, but I never actually fall completely to sleep.
And then there was the sight on one of the cable news channels of some Katrina victims on a rooftop of what seemed to be a typical retail strip, surrounded by water lapping the second floor of the buildings. They weren't waving towels or trying to get the chopper's attention. Instead, the guys- about three or four of them- were under a blue portable canopy providing shade, sitting in plastic pation chairs, drinking from styrofoam cups, a portable grill set up beside them and coolers at their feet. They look like they were tailgating before a Saints game. And they reminded me of what I love about New Orleans, the attitude, the laissez les bon temps roulez thing that probably caused some people to lose their lives ("ain't gonna let no rainstorm push me around") but defines the city. We know it has to be rebuilt, as unwise as rebuilding a city in a below-sea-level bowl is, because there has to be a port in the Delta to ship out agriculture from the Midwest. And there has to be a city there because there has to be a place for the folks who work the port and work on the Gulf oil rigs to live. And there has to be a city there because there's no place else for people like those guys kicking back on the roof waiting for rescue but in no particular rush- that's New Orleans. There has to be a New Orleans. And there will be again.
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