Two years ago today, New Orleans as we know it died. I’ve been back twice since then, and it still saddens me to think about what was and what will never be again.
But the city is rising from the soggy ashes. The spirit of the people was not completely crushed, but I do know that they keep one eye on the Weather Channel from July until October. The city is not ready for another hurricane yet; not even a glancing blow.
They try to keep a smile on their face as they dance in the streets, but fear is the ultimate buzz-kill. Those brave enough to move home are praying for the calendar pages to keep flipping and the storms to keep making a left at Jamaica.
That’s why stuff like this makes me smile. Bang a drum, shake a tambourine, dance with abandon and tip back an Abita Amber for the Big Easy tonight. I’ll be the guy with the JazzFest shirt on looking for a crawfish to suck.