I'm standing on a balcony that sags at a 4% decline and is attached to a 180 year old building. In the distance are immaculate new skyscrapers.
At any time during the day, we might catch a glimpse of a movie star passing by...
Maybe Kady should find a lesson in Angelina's calm acceptance of the French Quarter mule tours as exemplified in this image borrowed from http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/YlEiSDlBxHl/Angelina+Jolie+Kids+New+Orleans/556He5NAM80 (Read about Kady's mule hatred here)
... followed by an inebriated hobo. Next, rich old couples resembling Mr. and Mrs. Howell exit their Bentley's to be accosted by train-jumping gutter punks looking for scraps of food and money.
Our work day is no exception and offers countless, sometimes exhausting contradictions.
A couple weeks ago, I stumbled upon two of the most devastated homes I've encountered. I stopped my car and wandered around the buildings with a sort of reverence at the desolation and the fact that someone either did or didn't come home to this.
And I'm asking myself, how is a community supposed to move on from this? There are reminders everywhere as well as evidence of blatant governmental negligence and constant conspiracy-reinforcement.
And then I went back to the office.