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[mojosmom]

I'm so sad. Ever since I first visited New Orleans, many years ago, it has been one of my favorite cities, ever, anywhere in the world. The history, the architecture, the people, the food, the music, the joie de vivre and laissez les bons temps roulez, it's always made me happy. And now it's gone. Oh, I know that much will be rebuilt, and I know I'll visit her again. But what will have happened to so many places I've known and loved? One of my favorite little museums, The Backstreet Cultural Museum, was in Treme, a section that had water to the rooftops, and it was a shoestring operation to begin with. I understand the Marigny is underwater, where one of my favorite bookshops is and where I stayed the first time I went to the Jazz and Heritage Festival. Will there even be a Jazz and Heritage Festival next year? Well, if there is, I'm going, if it's at all possible. I consider it my civic duty to get whatever tourist dollars I can back to the City That Care Forgot. (Just like I went to NYC a few months after 9/11.) I watch the news, and it hurts so bad.

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[texaswren.livejournal.com]

I never saw New Orleans. Johnnie had been there, and he's talked for years about us going. I never said no, but I never worked up a lot of enthusiasm either. We aren't partiers, or musically inclined. I would love to have seen the architecture, but, travel is so difficult for us, beyond overnight things. In the end, we never went. As we were waiting for the hurricane to hit, I started to feel a profound regret that we had never made it. When it appeared that they had been spared, we made a promise that we would go next year, after he retired. Now, I wonder if we will ever make it.