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I don't care if it rains. I don't care if it doesn't. I don't care if people don't like me. I don't care if people do like me. I don't care about things I have no control over. I don't care about politics. I don't care about religion. I don't care about what anyone else believes or doesn't believe. I don't care if I never make another blog entry.

I care about my family. I care about my neighbors. I care about people I don't even know. I care about homeless people. I care about homeless animals.

This thread is a place for people to post their memories of New Orleans.

One reason why I think I am physically feeling the effects of New Orleans is because of the love I had for the city and the many, many, wonderful memories that can never be relived.


An entire city is dead. And I mourn the loss. Not just for the peoples shattered lives…but for the City itself.

Here are a few of my memories:

Jackson Square…a place where many artists hung out and displayed their work. I remember several black guys making their living by standing on a small crate…standing perfectly still, like a statue…themselves painted entirely silver…face, hands, everything. And you would just throw some change in their box …another guy who wanted to bet me 5 dollars that he could guess where I bought my tennis shoes. Cafe DuMond. famous for its begnets (donuts without the holes) and coffee. (pronounced ben-yays). Open 24/7.
Smoking cigars in the lobby of the Holiday Inn…better known as Chateau Le Moyne.
Mardi Gras twice. Once the place was so packed you couldn’t move…the next year it was desolate…the NO Police were on strike. Walking down by the river….eating, eating, eating…the drunken debauchery in The French Quarter…the ‘queens’…
I loved New Orleans…and now it is dead. And I am sad. And I grieve for the human tragedy.