In the last few days, the streets of New Orleans have claimed a beloved feline and an ex-co-worker of D’s. My heart goes out to J’s family, especially his wife and two autistic sons. How do the brains of these brilliant but dependent children comprehend and come to terms with a parent’s death? How do any of us do it? All I want to do is hug those kids and shield them from the realities of the world. But, it’s too late.
I took this picture yesterday outside the house of Loki & Lex, just after the officers in the foreground were done rolling the damaged SUV right side up for the tow truck. Judging by the looks on all faces and the completely destroyed traffic signal (off to the left of this picture), it was quite an impact.
It is especially in these confused times that extra care is required to travel safely in New Orleans and out. Even hot-shot me is driving defensively these days – scary, but true. Each of us has an allotted day and time to exit Earth, but it’s more tragic when we’ve survived high winds, flood, the early days and nasty barricades to go like this.
Stay safe and alive, y’heard?
Damn!
I saw that accident shortly after the fire trucks and all were there, but before they towed away the truck. God, that must have been awful, to be involved in that.
As they used to say on “Hill Street Blues”:
Let’s be careful out there!
Every once in a while I’ll google the name of a recent murder victim, and I’ll find them on a Katrina shelter lost and found list saying they’re OK and looking for information about their mama.
That’s rough, Ray.