hi folks

hey guys
its been a little while
been busy... what with thanksgiving and all
we had uber many more people at my aunts house... homeless/family-less freinds and mild aquaientinces

in progress

They are still displaced lives. There are still questions of pay. They are still workless thousands. There are still no defined future city plans, just obstinate conjecture. They are still grieving souls. There are places where power has yet to be restored. They are loosing hope and tradition. There are places where cleanup is a distant fantasy. They are moving out forever, leaving their ancestral seat. There are still incompetent and self-righteous powers controlling the situation. They are still finding bodies. There are speculatively hundreds (or thousands) that have been literary washed away, into the warm waters of our Gulf, never to be seen again.

And they are being forgotten.

It has been months since Katrina; it has felt like years, too many. Sorrow-stricken and lost, Louisiana now wanders as if in a never-ending gray dream, stumbling and surviving. Just barely finding a stitch of hope to hold on to in the wake of loosing its crowning Gem. Such is the way of so rich a state where corrupt glory has so often reigned. Desperately attempting to rise from the ashes as some redeeming phoenix, the people of the state have fallen.

In this fair city of Baton Rouge, as so many others, New Orleans has engulfed the ways. The once overcrowded and aging roads are impassable in decent time. Store shelves are more barren than one would expect outside the borders of failed communism. People within this city are beginning to acquire an arrogance once only associated with the most disillusioned souls of the Crescent City.