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Email From NOLA IIj
The gunfire I heard on Friday night was possibly the cop shooting that guy who in a struggle took the cop's knife and threatened him with it, over on Poydras by the Superdome, about eight blocks from here (or closer, as the crow, and sound, flies). Which coincidentally is very near that green portable toilet with the spray-painted (Katrina-related) dead body count I mentioned in yesterday's post. As correction I should say the toilet painting spelled out DB X 3 (with the arrow pointed up 45 degrees) and not 3DB, with arrow, as I stated yesterday. Of course, now, if the db markings were meant to be cumulative, it could read DB X 4.
Things are going well in New Orleans. I want to be the first to state that I am completely satisfied with the federal government's response. Looks like we can take it from here though. Thanks, thanks very much, thanks again. You were great. Those were difficult times and your courageous and heartfelt assistance was...well...excuse me...I'm tearing up a little...excuse me....
I don't know what to do about surface mail delivery. There is no mail delivery in the 70119, possibly because we were never taken off the "you may only look and leave" list, and I guess, technically, if you want to get all technical, are not supposed to be living on our properties. No one is saying we can't live on our properties though and some are even encouraging us to live on our properties. I don't want it to sound like there is great uncertainty here, because there is not. Things are going very well here, and if it weren't so likely to be used as a bad pun, I would go as far to say that things are going--swimmingly.
I pretty much do all my banking and bill paying online, and I am online thanks to the many unsecured wifi signals floating around here, but having my Netflix movies floating around somewhere in that question mark that is the New Orleans postal system is disheartening. I can go over to that Mid-City branch (at the headwaters? of the Bayou St. John) and give them my ID, showing me as resident of this address ( I knew there was a good reason for not changing my Louisiana license when I moved to Virginia), but that has so far been fruitless. Even in parts of the city that have resumed mail delivery, people are complaining that it only comes sporadically, and in clumps. I'm sorry, not complaining, just reporting, people are reporting that is comes sporadically.
Entergy has been taking a lot of shit but I want to say, Entergy, baby, I love you. If I don't adequately show you that love it is only because I sometimes can't see you, at night, in the dark, but I know you working at it. Honestly, I'm not mad at Entergy. They are doing a pretty fair job, under the circumstances. In fact, with energy costs probably about to skyrocket in this area, I'm saying, baby, no hurry. Get to me when you can. I haven't even gotten that first inspection yet, which I have to pay a licensed electrician to perform. I called the guys that rewired the whole house for my gut renovation and although they said they were putting me on their schedule, I think I probably got an asterisk by my name, because when I asked how much, and the guy said 285 dollars, I responded--two-hundred-and-eighty-five-dollars? I sounded like Gomer Pyle, not that there's anything wrong with that, but, gahh-uh-ahhh-ly, that seems like a lot of change just to file a damn permit, and glance at my undamaged wiring.
Little bit of a cold front coming down this mid-week, we'll see how that feels.
Oh, Jazzfest organizers are threatening to throw the biggest damn Jazzfest ever and are hinting at performers which will blow you away. So, what? The Stones are coming to Jazzfest? Big deal. What else you got?