So Ernie and I moved to Portland the week of August 22. I'd barely unpacked the first boxes when Katrina wiped out my home town. Yeah, the city I was born in, raised in, educated in... the city in which I spent the first 33 years of my life is devastated. My family there is now mostly homeless, scattered over Texas, Mississippi and Georgia. The friends I have there aren't there anymore. They are all over the damned place.
Every time I see another photo, video clip or article about what happened there I want to scream - run away - but I can't tear my eyes away because I see what's in the background of those images and it's home. Or it used to be.
So everyone, please, grab a glass of something and raise it high while I make a toast to the city that care forgot... the city that FEMA forgot... the city that paid the price for Bush's sins. And play some music in the background - something from Fats or the Professor or the Nevilles - and remember.
Thanks, I needed that,