New Year’s and the Saints at the Dome!

I didn’t bring my camera to the fireworks this year. I figure most major cities put on a fairly good display, though ours is shot off a barge over the mighty Mississippi, reflecting on the ever-flowing surface. And maybe other cities don’t have as many people wearing tuxedoes and top hats or costumes or beads or drag. But, the one thing I know your celebration didn’t have was Shamarr Allen and the Underdawgs playing in front of Jackson Square. I love that celebrations here almost always include horns and drums.

Oil and the need to believe

Today, the oil is on the North Shore of Lake Pontchartrain. It spreads like ravaging cancer now. We know now that tar balls today, without stopping the oil, can mean crude later. It’s beyond heart breaking.  It’s day 80 and the only thing that’s certain is that the sun will rise tomorrow and the oil will continue to flow. This is a marathon, not a sprint, so I have to start focusing on the sun rising and find a way to believe that this could get better.