Visiting New Orleans

[cranston36]

Notes on Visiting the New Orleans Disaster Area 2005

1. Going to the Zoo

            I traveled down to the Audobon Zoo on a Sunday.  It was November 27th, 2005.
            The zoo was to be opened for the weekend for free.
            It had been opened earlier in the month but not many people had attended.
            There was a big write-up in all the newspapers and it was covered on television and on the radio.
            Tens of thousands of people attended the zoo that day.
            It was hard to tell where everyone came from but it seemed to me that most of them were from surrounding towns rather than from the city.  There aren’t many people left in New Orleans at this time, you see.
            The first thing I noticed as I approached the zoo entrance were the military vehicles.  There was a green camouflaged armored car and a desert-tan armored car.  The soldiers were lounging in the seats.  One was standing facing the approaching crowd.  He was sporting wrap around sun glasses and had an M-16 slung carelessly across his belly.
            I didn’t see them myself but my wife told me later that closer in to the gate the zoo had hired professional huggers.  It seems that during the first day the zoo was open people attended the zoo and wept openly before entering the zoo. 
            In order to comfort these people the huggers would approach them and provide them the physical comfort of a human hug.
            Hugs were the last thing on my mind as I skirted the heavily armed vehicles and avoided looking at the soldiers leafing through magazines and casually eyeing the crowd that pressed into the gates.
            I noticed that the entire crowd was moving through just one gate even though zoo personnel stood before and motioned to two other gates.  I walked over to one of the empty gates and was given a map.
            I turned to watch as the people flooded into the zoo through the one gate.  Moving carefully and in single file they ignored the repeated pleas and gestures of the zoo personnel directing them to one of the alternative gates which were within just of few feet of the bottleneck they had unconsciously decided to mob.
            I looked down at the map and the first thing I noticed were the areas marked off as closed or under repair.  I decided to just wing it instead of making a planned foray and dived into the stream of humanity fighting its way through the magic gate.
            I found myself in front of the flamingos.  They were particularly animated and made guttural sounds as they fished through the water and pushed against each other trying to find enough space to stand.
            The crowd swelled around the flamingo enclosure as they themselves attempted to figure out what to do next.  They searched bags, wiped noses, tied shoes, looked for restrooms, read maps, children asked for drinks, pushed against other children and did all the things children do in crowded places.
            It occurred to me that the space between the flamingos and the people shrank and that they were milling about together in a confused swirl of birds and humans.  I wouldn’t have been surprised at that point if a flamingo had walked up to me and asked me directions to the elephant fountain.
            For myself, I walked off and headed towards the elephant fountain.
            It had been cleaned up.  It didn’t look damaged at all.  It was clean and beautiful as always.  The water was crystalline and the coins people had thrown in sparkled at the bottom.  It was a pleasant scene.
            I looked around to see which animals I would visit first.
            I noticed one building off to my left had been destroyed.  The doors and windows were closed up with plywood and wrapped with blue plastic.
            To my right another building likewise had been shut down but it was not in such a terrible state of disrepair as the first one.
            Directly in front of me I saw the carousel turning in the sunlight.
            I looked to my right and decided on visiting the elephants and lions and tigers.
            The zoo keepers, however,  had one elephant out doing tricks for the crowd.  The people applauded after each trick and moved closer to see more.  As for me, I couldn’t see anything.  There were too many people.  All I could see was the top of the elephant’s head and its wide shoulders.
            I moved on to the carousel and watched as families bought tickets and climbed on their favorite animals.  They rode round and round and were quickly escorted off.  The ritual having been fulfilled.  The rides seemed shorter than I remembered but there were a lot of people.
            The sun was shining and the carousel was in gorgeous working order.  The music piped out as it spun round and round and the children were laughing and singing to each other.  It was a gay and wonderful sight.
            I walked off in search of more animals.
            I approached an area that had once housed several hundred water fowl, turtles and played host to a number of wild local birds and squirrels.  It was a small lake that had been adorned with water plants, exotic flowers and strong trees.  There was a wooden walkway used to cross the water and a large gazebo at the center to rest at and throw food to the ducks.
            Most of the lake was stripped bare.  Many trees lay on their sides and some broken stumps were still in sight.  Most of the birds were gone.  There was a skeleton crew of mallards and wood ducks cruising the eager crowd and unable to eat all the food being thrust upon them.
            One turtle made his presence known and spent most of the time suspended just below the murky surface.  The water was covered with a light sheen of what appeared to some sort of oil and gave off the putrid smell of decay and swamp gas that one associates with stagnant water.
            A young child looked up at me with dismay as his mother rolled him past in a stroller.  The wood on the walkway had been warped – not much – but enough to make a trip on a stroller over it into a kind of small torture.  He let out a mournful wail as he passed that sounded something like this, ‘St-o-o-op-p-p-p-p!’
            His mother seemed intent on avoiding further contact with the malingering odor and moved on without slowing.
            I moved on and noticed several cages empty of their inhabitants.  I stopped along with about 50 other patrons at the jaguar cage and watched the lone male cat pace back and forth.
            The zookeepers had announced through the media that the animals missed visitors but the jaguar seemed intent on getting out of that cage as soon as possible.  He had been at his pacing for some time and had worn down a path at the bottom of the cage.  Out of a reasonably large cage he confined himself to about 20 percent of it.
            I didn’t see the female or cubs that had been born there the year before.
            Moving on I wandered into the area dedicated to Louisiana wildlife. 
            The raccoons were sleeping in the trees.
            There is a creature called the Nutria that was introduced to Louisiana some time ago.  It was brought in from south America to be raised on farms as a fur bearing animal.  During a past hurricane some of them had been blown out into the swamps and survived.  Since that time their numbers have increased exponentially and they are now considered a pest though they provide a welcome addition to the diet of the local alligators.
            They look like giant rats and have bright orange teeth.
            Some people think they are cute and some people think they really look like rats.
            The day I visited the zoo they were all clustered together and some of them were showing their bright orange teeth.  Sometimes I think they look cute but that day they looked like a pile of giant rats.
            The alligators lay out in the sun.  They were covered with a fine layer of sand and dust mixed with duck weed.  In the open on their little zoo beach they were practically invisible to the untrained eye even though some of them are over 10 feet long.
            The restaurant area was open but the souvenir stand was not.
            There was also a building that housed baby animals in the past but that, likewise, was closed.
            A gray and a red fox lay sleeping in the sun.
            I then walked to the aviary and found many of the birds missing or listless.  In the larger aviary which is housed in a building most of the birds sat watching the passerby without moving much.
            A 5 foot long iguana lay in his cage.  His green head clashed with his orange body and he turned to look at me with interest as I was the only one to stop and actually look at him.  I suppose he looked back in politeness.
            At the anteaters enclosure I noticed he too had begun a pacing habit like that of the jaguar.  He had already run a rut in his glass cage and looked before him with a glassy gaze.  Each time he passed the door leading into his cage he stopped and looked at it with longing before continuing on his long, small journey.
            I crossed the green whose mixture of mud and grass squished beneath my feet and noted long lines at the hot dog and Roman Candy (taffy) stands.
            The emu cage had been slightly damaged in that the wooden slats that had been used to hide the chain link fence had been blown away.  The emu watched closely as I walked by and I got some very good photos of the birds.
            As I was walking out I stopped to look at the golden tamarinds and the other monkeys that had been housed with them.  I turned to leave and saw two soldiers standing there.  Their M-16’s were hanging behind them at about waist level.  They seemed unconcerned in the hot air as children and young mothers passed by them.  The heavily armed soldiers quietly ate their ice cream and waited for the monkeys to try something funny.
            I decided to leave and made my way out of the zoo into the parking lot.
            As I was approaching my car I noticed that repairs had already begun on the pool and private clubhouse that is attached to the zoo.  You see, the Audobon Zoo is also a club.
            Across the street from the zoo there is a large golf course.  That had already been meticulously repaired and was already pressed into use.  I saw players out on the course hitting the ball around and driving around in their golf carts.
            I reflected on this as I got into my van.  The American Zoo Association donated millions of dollars from member zoos to restore the Audobon Zoo.  I wonder how much went to work in the zoo and how much was used to restore the golf course.
            Creative bookkeeping will probably take care of any problems donors would have in the future.
            During my drive down St. Charles Avenue I noticed that many houses along a block might not have much damage, if any, at all.  Then, scattered amongst them, there would be one house that was thoroughly destroyed.  The roof caved in, the windows smashed, the porch collapsed.  Right next door, however, not a scratch.
            All along the streets to and from the zoo trash and debris were piled high on the sidewalks and in the yards and on the streets.  Trash collection was to be free for some time.  Homeowners needed only to dump the material on the street for pickup.
            They did so and a stream of debris was already making its way to the drains.
            I noticed that houses that appeared to have been built in the late 1970’s, 80’s and 90’s had been particularly battered.  The older homes – some of them in excess of 100 years old – had slight if any damage.  On most of them not even the stained glass windows had been damaged though I did see one with missing panes.
            They sure don’t make houses like they used to.
            My trip to the zoo was interesting.  I found large parts of the city to be empty.  I found the golf course to have been a priority at the zoo.  I found most of the zoo in disrepair.  
           

2. Downtown
           
I headed downtown.
            I went to visit Jackson Square and Saint Louis Cathedral.
            According to people that have known New Orleans their whole life downtown was nearly deserted.  They referred to it as a ghost town.  To me it seemed like a Sunday morning in any big town but it was Monday morning and New Orleans is a big city.
            The people I came across for the most part did not have smiles on their faces.  They walked with a blank expression or with an angry grimace.
            The downtown area had been largely spared by the storm.  Saint Louis Cathedral stood above the square and its spires continued to look down on the statue of Andrew Jackson displayed at the center of Jackson Square.
            The park itself was locked.  There was no one in it.  One homeless man spent his time wandering around the locked fence eating a hot dog and avoiding eye contact.
            Four or five tourists strolled up and down in front of the shops clustered alongside the square.  The shops themselves were in beautiful order.  Their wares were displayed in tasteful window settings.  Activity, though, was at a minimum.
            Daily mass, normally attended by a large number of people, was sparsely populated.
            The streets leading to and from Jackson Square were likewise empty.  Few people walked or moved in the windows of the buildings around the area.  Some construction workers tripped over themselves as they attempted to carry materials into the historical museum but other than that there was very little activity.
            Near the bars and voodoo shops just around the corner, where posters of skulls and drug use are displayed, police gathered for a conference.  Several states had sent state police to help patrol the streets in New Orleans following the storm.  Many of them have reported observing abuse by the New Orleans Police Department on citizens.  They were having a meeting that day to discuss what they had seen and also, perhaps, to figure out what it was they were doing in town as there was seemingly nothing and no one to police.
            In what may be a relief to some many of the more unsavory denizens of New Orleans have at least temporarily been driven out.
            For a while New Orleans, though populated primarily by ghosts now, is once again an American city and open for possibility.  The clinging and wicked underbelly formed of sexual perverts, drug dealers, cheating bartenders and dangerous characters has been cleansed.  For how long it will last is anyone’s guess.
            The president of the Port of New Orleans has already essentially declared that the Port doesn’t need the city and is independent of it.  Many of the docks and piers were spared in the storms.  He is claiming that the city never contributed much to the port and he seems to believe that it can survive without the city.
            We will have to see how that works out, however.  2005 has seen near record low water levels on the Mississippi.  Much of the barge traffic has been slowed or stopped due to low water.  The rails have been disrupted as management of the railcars has been bungled and ageing tracks cause further slowdowns.
            The city itself remains quiet.  Like an empty vessel.  Will it be refilled with the refuse that was driven from it or will it be reborn again?  New Orleans has been destroyed and rebuilt several times.  Hopefully this time the new city will regain her place in the world of business and trade.
            When you look at the old city and the center of town you can see the grandeur and the power of the place.  When you look at a place like ‘The Voodoo Queen’s Shoppe’ or some of the rotting bars in the red light district you have to wonder if the owners of the buildings are serious about business or are just working themselves into an early grave.
                       
3. The Garden district

In the Garden District like the area around the zoo one house on a street might be destroyed and the rest might have nothing wrong with them.  Most of the houses in the Garden District, however, had nothing wrong with them at all.
Ann Rice owns at least one home in the area and perhaps more.
Some are owned by rock stars, movies stars or professional athletes.  The rich and the powerful make their home in the Garden District and it shows.
Huge live oaks arc over the street.
Piles of debris from the storm are mixed with piles of debris from remodeling jobs and landscaping work going on in houses being restored to some former level of glory or updated to today’s tastes.
Ann Rice reportedly bought the Saint Elizabeth school and is gutting it in order to turn it into condominiums.
Not everyone in New Orleans is suffering.
As State Police officers from around the nation tour the downtown area and local police and vigilantes stand guard over piles of trash and destruction on the outskirts the New Orleans Police Department is out in force in the Garden District.
4. The 9th Ward

            The first thing I noticed about the 9th Ward was that it didn’t look too much different from some areas I had been in around New York.  Specifically in the Bronx, some parts of Brooklyn and patches of Queens.
            The only difference appeared to be that the houses were more brightly painted.
            Flood damage was clear throughout the 9th Ward but unlike the Garden District and some other parts of town many of the residents have not been allowed back in to do any work.
            Whereas other parts of town can take advantage of free trash removal no one is moving anything in the 9th Ward.
            Another problem in that particular area is that most of the houses are rented anyway and they have absentee landlords.  Many of the buildings are what is known as ‘shotgun shacks’.  That is they are a string of rooms and the front door is lined up with the back door.  If all doors are open you can see clear through the house.
            One such house was being renovated by members of a historical group.  Other houses are being left to sit in the sun waiting for someone to come and clear them out.
            The thing about those houses is that many of them are very old.  Some are just as old as the houses in the Garden District.  They have been flooded before and withstood other calamities.  Most of them can be repaired and restored in a fairly short amount of time.
            The sheet rock needs to be removed along with the insulation.
            The sheet rock will need to be reinstalled along with the insulation.
            After testing the electrical and plumbing most of the houses could be fit for living in a couple of weeks and allow for decorating after that.
            The problems are money and ownership.
            Many of the people that lived there have no cash and cannot buy the materials they need to rebuild.  They also do not own the property and what sense would there be to rebuild a home for an absentee landlord?
            In the 9th Ward FEMA has brought in trailers and hooked them up to electricity and water and sewer.  They have also built chain link fences around them and put barbed wire on top.
            The Mayor has told the people there are no trailers.
            He has also been trying to put trailers in public parks but the City Council has been giving him a hassle because they don’t want to tear down any playgrounds.
            There aren’t any children there right now but that hasn’t impacted their argument.
Arabi

Next to the 9th Ward is a place called Arabi.
That town is worse.
Many of the homes are totaled.
They have been moved off their foundations along with the other damage found in the 9th Ward.
There appears to be a great amount of chemicals spilled in and around the place.  It is right next to the 9th Ward and the houses appeared to have been inhabited by people that were reasonably well off but the damage is a completely different sort.
The walls of the houses are crushed or buckled.  Many of the windows are broken.  Many roofs have been torn up and peeled back.
Again it seemed that the older houses in the 9th Ward did much better than the apparently newer and more cheaply built homes in Arabi.
            The destruction was widespread.
            On the border between Arabi and the 9th Ward sat armed police.  They appeared to be vigilantes.  We were not challenged as we entered the town but the threat was there.
            It seemed the threat was worn out, however.  They must slowly be realizing that they are guarding trash from a nonexistent invader.
            Between the 9th Ward and Arabi sits the Walmart which was widely publicized as having been looted following the hurricane.
            It should be noted that this particular Walmart is far away from downtown New Orleans.  It is also in a relatively isolated area.
            When the levees broke and the 9th Ward became cut off the Walmart was the only place in the area that contained supplies like water, food, fuel and clothing.
            Most of the other businesses in the area were poor.  They had either been undercut by Walmart and were going under or they had been failing for years.
            Looting is wrong, there is no denying it, but everyone should realize that during that time that particular Walmart was the only supply depot in the area.
            Several small businesses burned in the area.  The stores and shops I saw in Arabi were largely destroyed by flood and wind.
            The vigilantes appeared to be protecting nothing from no one.  Most of the houses were destroyed.
           

Gentilly

The next town over is called Gentilly.
These people were a little better off.
This town was damaged but not as badly as Arabi or the 9th Ward.
The houses were being repaired in this section.  FEMA has provided trailers and they were sitting in driveways or on front lawns.  Many of the trailers in this area were tilting and looked to have been driven up in the yard and left that way.
Nearby was the Lakefront district.  FEMA trailers in that area were leveled off, hooked up to water and sewer and air conditioning.  The Lakefront district had many wealthy residents.
Trash and debris was strewn across the streets and sidewalks of Gentilly.  This was not the case in the Lakefront district where the streets and few sidewalks had been cleaned off already.  In the Lakefront district some trash had been put on the curb including major appliances.
There were many contractors in Gentilly as well as in the Lakefront district.  Some landscaping and a great deal of remodeling was being done.

7. Little Vietnam near the NASA center

This area was very bad.
There seemed to have been no warning and no time to escape given to the residents.  I was told that this neighborhood (East New Orleans) was under the impression everything was alright.
Many more cars and personal belongings were strewn in the street in this area.  Many cars had not been removed from the driveways or off the street.  I was informed that many people in that neighborhood had to be evacuated by helicopter.

Metairie / Slidell / Lake Front

The far side of Lake Pontchartrain suffered more damage from the natural disaster rather than the man made disaster.
There were broken forests.  The live oaks and cypress trees that were damaged in the hurricane were being plucked out by contractors and logging pirates.
The rest of the material was being left to rot on the ground.
Along the lake front entire houses were missing from pads.  I witnessed one woman sweeping debris off the pad of her former house.  The house was completely gone.
Several restaurants were destroyed.

Conclusions and Remarks

            In general I found that it was a man made disaster in New Orleans and a natural disaster on the other side of the lake.
            There was a great amount of tears and sadness throughout the area.
            Many parts of the area appeared to be smashed up.
In general Golf courses opened before people were allowed to see homes.
           
            Upon viewing the levee walls it became apparent there were several flaws with the system.
            I am surprised it was allowed to get that far.
            The top of the levee wall was decorative.  On top of piles of sand, sand bags, debris and earth grass was growing.  On top of this pile there were vertical cement walls.  They were butted up against each other and did not lock together.
            The sound barriers along highways are built better than the top of the levees.
            The water did not need to rise 14 or 18 feet to breech the levee.  They are normally carrying a large amount of water, especially the Industrial Canal.
            The water level only needed to rise 3 to 4 feet to threaten and destroy the toy like top of the levee.  As soon as the water touched it they would begin to deteriorate.  With little more action than the water flowing by it was obvious the cement wall would tip over in places or in great sections as it did.
            The levees are old and of an old design.  They were designed to flow water into Lake Pontchartrain.  When it rains instead of waiting for water to drain off the water is pumped up above the city to a great height and allowed to slowly flow down into the lake.
            During floods the slow drawdown is not an efficient and is a dangerous means to deal with all the extra water.
            At one point in the past the levees were purposefully dynamited in order to flood an area of the city to protect another area.


As for additional work and problems in the area :

The local electric utility, Entergy, declared bankruptcy but is still allowed to run nuclear power plants without oversight.
Something called a ‘Fuel Charge’ is being added to all electricity bills.
Old ladies are paying Entergy’s bills while Entergy is reaping profits.

There is a large bridge which crosses Lake Pontchartrain.  Only about 30 men have been working on the bridge which was broken down during the storm.

            At NASA their sign is broken.
There is debris in NASA’s yard including aluminum shutters leaning against the guard house.  Guards were witnessed waving in open backed pickup trucks loaded with Mexican workers while half a mile away down the road the National Guard was loading dump trucks with mulch and fertilizer to spread around trees in public parks and golf courses.

The National Guard base on Lake Pontchartrain was destroyed.

Cars were buried in mud and sand.
Cars are suspended in trees.
Tables hang in trees.


The city is not as low as they say.
The levees have been built very high.
Corruption did not come to mind when I saw them.  Stupidity did.
The Army Corps of Engineers designed and supervised the construction of garbage.
They have contributed to the destruction of many of the cypress forests that line the shores and lakes and rivers by cutting canals through swamps that have allowed salt water to flow into areas that normally contained only fresh water.  This has destroyed some fisheries and impacted others negatively.
            Besides that what is the Army Corps of Engineers doing on the Great Lakes?  The level of the upper lakes has fallen nearly 2 feet because of the ill planned dredging in Lake St Clair.
            This year, again, barge traffic has been disrupted, not only because of the hurricane but because of mismanagement of the water levels in the Mississippi River.  Barges have been stranded up and down the length of the river during this year’s drought and because of mishandling the dams along the river.
The Army Corps of Engineers, their processes and work are a great problem facing this nation.
What are they doing in your area?

In the general area of New Orleans many people are living in tents.
There are military police at the zoo and stationed throughout the region.
There are armored vehicles in the streets.
Protecting what?
Against whom ?

[cry baby]

1. Thank you for taking us on the trip with you - your descriptive

words made it real for me.

Welcome to DU!

[FogerRox]

2. I lived there in the early 1960's

I remember going to the Zoo, I Loved riding the miniature trains thru the zoo, I remember the train going over a bridge, crossing a lagoon with Crocs. or were they ALigators?

My Parents had a wedding anniversery in the Garden district.

Back then the 20 story Texaco building was the highest, downtown.

I loved riding the St Charles trolleys. it was 5 cents.

[adarling]

3. I am glad you took the time to

go down there and get the picture for yourself. It is something the news reporters like Cooper should do if they want to take on the rebuilding of New Orleans and keep the people in charge accountable.

[txindy]

4. An amazing account. Very descriptive.

Thank you for the time and effort it took to write that for everyone. :toast:

[The Flaming Red Head]

5. Very well written

Do you have a blog or other samples of your work that we could read? You should have this piece published.

[uppityperson]

6. Thank you for your report

I looked but cannot tell, why were you there? Do you live nearby, visiting people, being a witness, working, etc? Thank you again. Lots of questions and not many clear answers.

[KamaAina]

7. Professional huggers!

Add another to the list of uniquely New Orleans professions along with "house levelers" (those who jack up the sides of houses that have sunk deeper due to ground subsidence; they're a heading in the N.O. Yellow Pages).

Jackson Square was locked?! Ye gods! What time of day was that?!

Minor quibbling from a former (?) N.O. resident: Gentilly is not a town but an outlying New Orleans neighborhood; conversely, Arabi is outside New Orleans proper in St. Bernard Parish (county), which probably explains the guards being between the two.

As for trailers in playgrounds, what about the mostly empty, already graded and paved, conveniently located spaces known as "parking lots"?

I gotta hand it to you. You got in (long) before I did. All I do is post about N.O. all day here and at some of the locally-based rebuilding boards. King Dumbass**, meanwhile, has done, in the words of Kurt Vonnegut, "doodley-squat". You, however, have taken action. :bounce:

[Jamastiene]

8. This is a work of literary genius.

I would love to read more examples of your writing. It's great.

Your firsthand account of how they are rebuilding New Orleans confirms my worst fear about how they are handling the situation down there. Thanks for reporting it.

[misanthrope]

9. Hmmm, this part...

..."The clinging and wicked underbelly formed of sexual perverts, drug dealers, cheating bartenders and dangerous characters has been cleansed. For how long it will last is anyone’s guess."

That sounds awfully, er, how shall we say, uhm, Republican of you.

[jobycom]

10. Great description. I was in NOLA over Christmas

I drove around some parts of the city you mention. I agree with what you said about how many houses could be made livable in a couple of weeks. I thought the same thing in the Ninth Ward, and in the area Uptown around the 17th Street Canal area. Metarie, just across the Canal, seemed like a fully functioning city, with traffic and restaurants and shopping. As soon as you cross the Canal, though, everything is abandoned. Traffic lights don't work, houses sit empty or boarded, some with piles of debris in the yards from being gutted. These houses could easily be repaired. They are much newer than the Ninth Ward, and probably higher income.

All it would take is money, but the insurance companies and FEMA and Bush's promises are not following through.

The city is far less populated than before the hurricane, but in the region around Canal Street closer to the river there is still business. The French Quarters has many shops open--we ate beignets at Cafe du Monde. Also, along Magazine Street between Canal and Audobon Park there seemed to be a lot of business. THis area was never flooded, and there wasn't even much wind damage. Many of the stores were looted, but many seemed back in business. Not crowded, but busy.

Parts are recovering, but not nearly as well as Bush made it sound, and the negligence of the federal government is choking what could have been a quick and economy-boosting recovery.

Thanks for the long description. One note--by the time I was there, I did not see the armored vehicle and military presence you did.It might have been there, but it wasn't as obvious.

[Sacajawea]

11. Thank you, cranston36. And welcome to the Underground!

:kick:

[funkybutt]

12. They're protecting us...and I'm glad

Very glad they are here. And they're glad to be here protecting their state (after a stint in Iraq). These are Louisiana souldiers, for the most part.

For an outsider, it sounds like you had a very good tourguide. There were a few innacuracies or misinformation, some that were mentioned earlier in this thread but for the most part, you did a great job of capturing this moment in time in New Orleans.

Also, I'm glad you pointed out that this account was made on November 27th, 2005.

Today is January the 14th and I've been back since October 10th. LOTS changes everyday. I wish you would have released this around that time. From a local's point of view, November 27th was years ago.

Thanks for supporting our community! :hi: