New Orleans Matters

Yesterday I had an afternoon off, and as is my vice& habit, found a bookstore. A book caught my eye called“Why New Orleans Matters” by Tom Piazza, a long-time resident. I inhaled the book when I got home. For I once lived in the area . . . a brief glorious time immediately after residency. Metarie, Slidell, Covington, Mandeville, and that miraculous eighth-wonder-of-the-world bridge across Pontchartrain – I trolled every nook and cranny. On my weekly excursions downtown, I did what many would consider to be some very stupid things as a female all by myself. But that was kind of the point. If it is possible for a city to heal a broken heart, this one did. Forgive the clichés, but darkness visible was banished by the incredible lightness of being I found and embraced in and around the City of New Orleans.As Katrina approached New Orleans last year, e-mails were flying back and forth between my friends and I, speculating about what would happen to the city. I had just gotten back from THE trip to Great Britain with Mom. Exhausted, I had still contemplated hopping a plane to catch the LSU Pediatric Board Review course that is held at the Hyatt (adjacent to the Superdome) every year. It ’s a great way to get monster credits in continuing medical education and slurp down your “Hurricane” too. But I was wiped out, my ankles were already swollen to three times their normal size (from scrunching my American frame on the buses& planes on our trip “over the pond...
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