Some may argue I should have posted this yesterday. August 29th is when the storm hit, and when the levees [US Government] failed, but August 30th is when we [the informed citizens, not the US Government] found out how bad it really was. While missing a jazz-filled vacation isn't the same as losing all your worldly possessions, and some 1800 souls, I still know what it means.
Do you know what it means to miss new orleans
And miss her each night and day
I know I'm not wrong because the feeling's
Getting stronger the longer I stay away
Miss the moss covered vines, tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
I'd love to see that old lazy Mississippi
Running in the spring
Moonlight on the bayous
Creole tunes fill the air
I dream about magnolias in June
And I'm wishin I was there
Do you know what it means to miss new orleans
When that's where you left your heart...
(From the classic, "Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans," obviously.)
I watched "Runaway Jury" yesterday, just for the scenery, as usual. Even though it is one of the most rewarding films I have ever seen, ever, there's still something specifically about the scene when Rachel Weisz jumps out of the St Charles Ave streetcar and Hackman looks out after her that takes me breath away. I'd love to be able to jog the neutral ground every (other) day and get to see that scene over and over again in person.
Anyway, as there's always a reason to party in New Orleans, I'll close with a perfectly New Orleanian quote from some random person who was drinking on Bourbon St yesterday, and wisely posting on Facebook.
"Katrina, Happy Birthday, you bitch."
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