Better Late Than Never
I know, I failed on the promise offered in my prior blog post. I’d offer a dozen or more excuses, but the truth is that after almost 24 hours of flight delays, my desire to blog was drawn to the wayside.
I have a number of things I’d love to discuss, but let’s focus on my previous blog entry.
The first thing I must say is that none of my family lived in the lower 9th ward. My family was affected by the storm in Algiers as well as the flooding in Harvey. But the pictures and commentary I share did not directly affect me or my family. That being said, there is so much more to the pictures.
Prior to Katrina, New Orleans was an “Equal Opportunity” city… it didn’t matter where you were from, as long as you had the enterprenual sprirt. In fact, I had the pleasure to date another French Market merchant for several months. We’d still be dating had she not decided to move to Texas.
The point is that everyone played on a level playing field prior to Katrina. Afterwards? Nothing even close. People played politics, and would do nothing to help their fellow man. I hate that most of all.
Anyway, I don’t want this to be a totally depressed posting. More than one of you have replied to my previous conversations saying that I did not have a handle on how the current mainstream media is portraying the situation. And you know, they may be right.
But, the truth is, I saw the situation with my own eyes. Can any of the sideline quarterbacks say that? Obviously not.
There is something that cannot be translated into a photo. That is what I experienced. If you cannot connect via my photo gallery, then I hope you will connect in person, because there is no other way to express the change and concern.
JohnA
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