Flyin' to New Orleans

As opposed to walkin'...trying to find some beauty in the chaos of the lower 9th ward...here's a picture I shot today.

Okay, I confess. I'm a hack of all trades but yet a virgin blogger. Listening to Walter "Wolfman" Washington at DBA in the Marigny neighborhood of New Orleans. How I arrived in town for the fourth time since Katrina is a long story which may be too boring to blog.

This all started with a quote I heard last night on Bourbon Street. "This is Bourbon Street, this isn't Sesame Street."

I'll start here and maybe work backwards at some point, maybe not. This sexy, sultry, surly city calls me back again and again...
When you meet guys like this, it brightens up your day.



This is blue dog, a stuffed Katrina survivor whose owners are rebuilding in the devasted upper 9th ward, which hasn't gotten a lot of media attention until NOLA Habitat for Humanity decided to create a musicians village in the Bywater area. I'll be visiting that site soon.

Abandoned Teddy says goodnight from N'awlins...thanks for checking in. The writing will get better when it's not so late...