I have believed for some time that the left and the right operate under different epistemological and ethical guidelines. I just thought of another such example. What is the conservative equvalent of a “liberal acid test”?
I could be wrong, but I do not believe that I know what that would be? Would love to discourse on this.
There is nothing quite like the afternoon sun to bring out the princess in everyone.
When we moved to West 93rd St, the main reason was for a place in Manhattan with outdoor space. While it didn’t work out exactly as we wanted or expected, there were a number of wonderful moments sitting in the sun. Certainly Darby enjoyed more than her share of them.
I had five reactions to New Orleans during Jazz Fest 2006.
- The Flood Line — you will notice that there is no flood line on this building. Entire neighborhoods are filled with homes and stores where the flood line was still there, 9 months later.
Hurricane Damage — there were two types of "destruction" in the city, hurricane damage that had not been repaired and demolition because of the flood. The photo on the right is a building on the corner from where we stay in the Faubourg Marigny. This block is 14 feet above sea level. The flood waters came up to the curb here. Lake Ponchitrain average depth is 11 feet.
Driving halfway across town to get to a grocery store. The five nearer ones were all closed. Flood damage.
Ready for tourists if not for residents. The areas of the city where tourists flock were for the most part, open and ready for business. On the other hand, entire neighborhoods were totally empty. Except for the flood line, which was basically still there.
Empty. Monday between the music. The city has empty. As in busineses closed. On the second saturday of Jazz Fest, we were in a resturant in Carrolton. We were the only customers.
Bottom line? Go visit New Orleans. And leave some money behind. Don't forget WWOZ. And let me know if Armstrong Park is open.
At my age, there are not a lot of things I do any more that are for the first time. This year at Jazz Fest was one of them. For the first time ever in my life, I am a commitment to be some place one year in advance. (Well, there was the promise to meet in ten years at the base of the Eiffle Tower, but…) Yes, before leaving the place we usually stay at in New Orleans, we made arrangements to be there next year for Jazz Fest.
Next year in New Orleans…