I had a commenter drop by. I'd like to introduce you to Editilla of New Orleans Ladder, who sweetly commented on this post and said, "Janie, thanks for keeping the light on for all of us nolafugees.T'anks youz,Editilla~New Orleans Ladder". Fire Station. Being run out of a FEMA trailer. Noone is in the Fire Station at all. It has not been renovated yet.
One of the houses that's not been renovated. The houses were like this one, or had been torn down to the slab. Not much remodeling.
This is the Fats Domino Music Studio. It's directly to the left of the house pictured above. It has not been remodeled, it just better withstood the storm*.
Editilla of New Orleans Ladder sweetly corrected me on this statement as well, and said... pss- I stood in front of Fat's house during the flood of '05 after the Corps' levees failed. It was considerably damaged and has definitely been repaired. There was a white grand piano, floating on its side, just inside the front door and Fat's stuff floating all over the front yard.I'm talking Gold Records and everything. Fortunately there were people there who seemed connected to Fats and interested in protecting the property from looting. Unfortunately at the time, Fat's Domino was lost in the evacuation. No one could find him. Finally a group of musicians tracked him down in an internment camp in Alabama, alone.That was a close call.
See the waterline across the side of the house? Water stood that high for some 29 days.
Mother's Restaurant. Though it was not hit, they searched out all their employees, and had FEMA trailers put in the parking lot for housing for their employees. They lived in that parking lot for over a year.
Mother's is known for their collard greens, which is what this young man is pouring into another container. And, again, Editilla corrected me:- that is the Pot Liqueur from the Greens that he is pouring. It is considered as valuable as the Greens. Put it in a glass with a Big Chunk of Cornbread. Mmmmmmm!
I'll post more upbeat pictures later, I really did take some good ones! Suffice it to say that New Orleans broke my heart.