I had to go to the bayou yesterday to deliver some swag. A local artist did a write up on Heather and me and I wanted to thank her. After dropping off her cuffs I came upon what Chris Rose has called "those mountains of sorrow." A half block sized pile of what remains of some little old lady's life.They are just now getting to gut her home some two years after the storm. I can only imagine what the family has been through and the reasons why they have only to just now start gutting the home. The house next door was one that burned down in the eighties and is only just now being rebuilt after a protracted lawsuit with NOPSI/Entergy and a faulty wiring situation.On the same street, and block, a young couple were robbed in their home, the husband killed after driving to the ATM to get cash out for the 17 year old robber. John Mac school #16 is also there; the school where middle schoolers got into a fight and shot the off duty police officer and a couple of students.One of the things I love about the city is that virtually every block could be a microcosm of all the life here: drug dealers living next door to college students, little old ladies living next door to the Bear Nation president and his pack of cubs that come home in leather night after night.It is really time to start making lemonade out of the lemons we've been dealt- politically, morally and spiritually in this city.
Yesterday morning I awoke to hear that some of the school board members - who committed some of the most unjust acts against our cities' children- are being called up before a federal judge. It's time for renewal and making flower bouquets out of all the debris.
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