Well, before I head off to the airport (Sr. Susan is taking me, so I don't have to trundle down Lake Street to the CTA with my awkward luggage), I thought it would be good to bring you up to speed on my family in New Orleans.
Mom and Dad now have a kitchen and a den (but Dad doesn't yet have an easy chair), plus a small room attached to the garage, where my godmother will hopefully stay so she doesn't remain alone in her house, which is still being worked on.
My sister is still living in her driveway (in a trailer). The providence of this mess is really rather humorous: she thought it was one misfortune on another when FEMA wouldn't let her have a trailer until January (and she needed to go back to work in October), so (with Dad's help) she bought a trailer to live in, and then it turned out to have all kinds of problems, so she was constantly calling the trailer repairman...with whom she is now going out...and talking marriage.
I also found a blog by a Chicago music critic who did a stint in St. Bernard Parish with Habitat for Humanity. It's an interesting blog (he also briefly covers the Jazz Fest), with a few interesting takes on spelling, too. An inside look at the heavy, hands-on work being done by volunteers, because the government still can't really be bothered. Please note: this is a blog by a regular guy who sometimes uses regular guy language.
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