the state of the city
If you’re a New Orleanian (in any form or fashion), you know this. If you’re not, you’re probably tired of hearing it. Tough: I’ll keep saying it. Things are still broken. Four of the five stories on the front page of the T-P this morning are storm-related. Only one is possible good news: the new head of the Recovery School district is some kind
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I don't want to leave, but lately I've had some doubts about coming back. It's too late now and there's nothing I can do about that, and I can't truly say that I want to, but that nagging dissappointment about the state of things is more than annoying.
I also can't say I didn't know. That was a factor in leaving in the first place. While the mayor tooted his horn about how we'll come back better than ever, I pretty much knew there was no likelihood of that happening- not under his tutelage, anyway. This is a city that can't fix a pothole or a streetlight, can't have any political discourse without it becoming a raging race circus serving the selfish motives of those in charge.
Better than ever. Yeah, right. It wouldn't be too damn hard to beat the way it was before, but even that isn't happening.
There is a ray of light, though. I'm impressed with the progress on the citizen's level- no thanks to our hopeless leadership. No thanks at all.
I really hope the good folks don't up and leave. We are the only thing making any difference here. That's a large part of the reason I'm here. I figured, if everybody who works and obeys the law and is productive and creative, etc., just isn't there, then there really isn't anything left. It's like a cross to bear- just be here.
I'm happy and I love it here, but damn- this is really more than is reasonable to expect people to tolerate.
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