The city's rebuilding efforts are evident.
We ended up hunched in a hot elementary school hallway scalping old paint for seven hours. Our hands throbbed. Our fingers kept a claw-like shape until manually straightened.
What struck me most about the experience was that the neighborhood reminded me of a school in North St. Louis I used to visit weekly. I could just as well been back in Ms. Maclin's class dressed as the Cat in the Hat on Dr. Seuss' birthday. Maybe that's one reason why New Orleans' story struck a chord. It's that universal recognition of others in our own experiences. And our need to reach out.
1 comment:
i still have the cat in the hat costume for future adventures. great blog...i'll keep watching for more!
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