On Location in the Big Easy
I'm currently in Mandeville, LA - if you look at a map and find New Orleans, look for the bridge just north of the city. Take that bridge, which spans 24 miles over water, then you'll find me. I came here through Memphis, TN, then through Oxford, MS, then to Kentwood, LA [home of Britney Spears]. Kristalyn and I have decided that it has answered a lot of questions we've had about the pop star, and we have concluded that white trash is something that you can't outgrow - it's like the kudzu. It will grow and grow until it takes you and chokes the life out of you - thus white trash. It's not their fault, it's something that is bigger than themselves. it is something that is bigger than all of us.
On this trip - Kristalyn's friend, Katie May, full name, not to be confused with Katie-May, first name. That was something that caught me off guard, but with that said, Katie May was our tour guide through the Big Easy, New Orleans. We ventured out with mother's {Big Steph's directions in hand] which read:
Go down Esplande, one of the oldest streets, older than St. Charles Ave. This street is where "A Street Car Named Desire" filmed [keep doors locked]. We took pictures of men on horses, invaded a church during mass, went to Bourbon Street and decided that a Live Sex Act was too much at 11:30 AM. I walked around town with what is known as a "hand grenade," got drunk and then had some gumbo and jambalaya. We had coffee. We had French donuts. We drove through a section called Lakeside, which was pretty beaten up by Hurricane Katrina.
There were homes that were still abadoned, and there were stains on the house which show where the water rose to and then sat stagnant at. i took pictures of the damage, which will be posted when I get home. After talking to all these people, Katie May, her parents, and their friends - it was suprising to hear them speak about it. As if it was yesterday, that it was all still recent. There were even parts of the town that they refused to go to because they weren't ready to see the devastation. Not only are they natives, but they are people that lived every section of the town. Her mother followed the music scene, and her father was a musician in the area, and to hear them talk about the hurricane is tragic. I only wish I had a camera to capture the feeling down here, because none of this writing will do it justice.
I've seen construction, like many people have but when you see it and think we'll they're tearing down an old building or they're putting up a new condo - you pay it no thought. When you see that it's a few guys gutting out their house with masks on because they don't want to catch "black mold" in 90 degree heat, you feel something different. They're starting from scratch, patching up what they have, so they can go back to life. By the sounds of it, you think New Orleans is back on it's feet and pushing forward, and parts of it are - the parts with the money and the parts that are salvagable, but then there are other parts where there is nothing. Big Steph said, "The parish looks like those pictures from Hiroshima, where everything is either dusty or disinergrated."
Happy Birthday Kristalyn.
On this trip - Kristalyn's friend, Katie May, full name, not to be confused with Katie-May, first name. That was something that caught me off guard, but with that said, Katie May was our tour guide through the Big Easy, New Orleans. We ventured out with mother's {Big Steph's directions in hand] which read:
Go down Esplande, one of the oldest streets, older than St. Charles Ave. This street is where "A Street Car Named Desire" filmed [keep doors locked]. We took pictures of men on horses, invaded a church during mass, went to Bourbon Street and decided that a Live Sex Act was too much at 11:30 AM. I walked around town with what is known as a "hand grenade," got drunk and then had some gumbo and jambalaya. We had coffee. We had French donuts. We drove through a section called Lakeside, which was pretty beaten up by Hurricane Katrina.
There were homes that were still abadoned, and there were stains on the house which show where the water rose to and then sat stagnant at. i took pictures of the damage, which will be posted when I get home. After talking to all these people, Katie May, her parents, and their friends - it was suprising to hear them speak about it. As if it was yesterday, that it was all still recent. There were even parts of the town that they refused to go to because they weren't ready to see the devastation. Not only are they natives, but they are people that lived every section of the town. Her mother followed the music scene, and her father was a musician in the area, and to hear them talk about the hurricane is tragic. I only wish I had a camera to capture the feeling down here, because none of this writing will do it justice.
I've seen construction, like many people have but when you see it and think we'll they're tearing down an old building or they're putting up a new condo - you pay it no thought. When you see that it's a few guys gutting out their house with masks on because they don't want to catch "black mold" in 90 degree heat, you feel something different. They're starting from scratch, patching up what they have, so they can go back to life. By the sounds of it, you think New Orleans is back on it's feet and pushing forward, and parts of it are - the parts with the money and the parts that are salvagable, but then there are other parts where there is nothing. Big Steph said, "The parish looks like those pictures from Hiroshima, where everything is either dusty or disinergrated."
Happy Birthday Kristalyn.
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