Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?
Saint Charles at Christmas, originally uploaded by lindsayloveshermac.
According to Snopes.com, the good news is that there were no poisonous pythons washed ashore into New Orleans by Hurricane Katrina, contrary to photographs circulating on the web. Nor was there a 21-foot crocodile surfing flooded streets of the former “Big Easy“.
Stay out of the water . . . Now this is a Crocodile! Man, can you imagine what else was swimming around down there in that water? Lord have mercy….. This crocodile was found in New Orleans swimming down the street. 21 FT long, 4,500 lbs, around 80 years old minimum. Specialists said that he was looking to eat humans because he was too old to catch animals. This crocodile was killed by the army last Sunday at 3:00 pm, currently he is in the freezer at the Azur hotel. The contents of it’s stomach will be analyzed this Friday at 2:30pm.
Here’s hoping that the Azur Hotel has electricity to keep that croc frozen — otherwise - phew!
Snopes.com also reports that stories of the offshore oil rigs having been turn into “snake rigs“, by assorted species of poisonous vipers, are also more Internet chicanery. The bad news is there are reports, such as this one from today’s WaPo, that residents are seeing more poisonous water moccasins (cottonmouths) than ever before - inside their homes! Now that is a bummer!
It was the snakes that did in Etonia Alfred, 47, who arrived at the bus depot with her son, Jordan Gray, 4. Although her sister, nephew, brother and father caught buses out of town just before the hurricane hit, she and her son missed the last bus that left from a high school near their home. She rode out the storm, but her house and its contents were destroyed. Jordan’s father, Jackie Gray, welcomed them in after the storm, but the lack of electricity and air conditioning and the snakes inside the house were more than Alfred could bear. A big water moccasin raised its head in greeting when she walked into Gray’s utility room on Monday. (www.washingtonpost.com)
As someone who has spent some years living in the coastal deep South, even along the Gulf of Mexico, I would be fearful of such creatures too. I have seen my share of those frightening serpents, and I am happy that they are not found as far north as I now live in Virginia. However, my granddaughter, Rachel Parselmouth, would probably find them interesting.
“The Rumor Mill” by Anne Applebaum of WaPo has more tidbits. Tracked at WizBang’s Carnival of Trackbacks XXXI and Mudville Gazette.
Listen to Blue Bayou ~ sung by Linda Ronstadt
Savin’ nickels, savin’ dimes
Workin’ til the sun don’t shine
Lookin’ forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
~ * ~ * ~
I’m going back some day, come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
~ * ~ * ~
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be
“Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans“? Louis Armstrong did a version of this song.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong… this feeling’s gettin’ stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines…the tall sugar pines
Where mockin’ birds used to sing
And I’d like to see that lazy Mississippi…hurryin’ into springThe moonlight on the bayou…….a Creole tune…. that fills the air
I dream… about Magnolias in bloom……and I’m wishin’ I was thereDo you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that’s where you left your heart
And there’s one thing more…I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New OrleansThe moonlight on the bayou…….a Creole tune…. that fills the air
I dream… about Magnolias in bloom……and I’m wishin’ I was thereDo you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that’s where you left your heart
And there’s one thing more…I miss the one I care for
More…..more than I miss…….New Orleans
All the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream. Many, many years ago Steve Goodman wrote and recorded these lyrics to the song, “The City of New Orleans” (mp3 clip). Goodman then convinced Arlo Guthrie to record it, by buying him a beer, and Arlo’s version became his biggest hit and the most popular version (mp3 from goldenfiddle.com).
Rise and stand real still and cover your heart with your hand when you hear “Don’t you know me I’m your native son, I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans, I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.”
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don’t you know me I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
From 1947 to 1971, the “City of New Orleans” train ran the 500 miles or so from Chicago to New Orleans, in 19 hours. It travelled through the Illinois countryside until it reached the “Mississipi darkness rolling down to the the sea …“. It still runs today under the management of Amtrak. (Linked at basil’s blog lunch and WizBang’s Carnival of Trackbacks.)
Live Blogging from New Orleans
Live from Poydras Street, New Orleans!
Six blocks from the Mississippi River, on the 10th and 11th floors of a skyscraper a New Orleans blogger, Michael Barnett, has been holded up reporting on Kristina since the beginning. His five person staff has food, water, a diesel generator, a camera and they are armed. Their blog has been renamed: “The Survival of New Orleans Blog” (also here). During the aftermath of the storm’s fury they had a live Webcam running. There is a page of photographs. (CNet News.com)
Saturday 9:05 pm PDT: “Hmm. This could actually be a nasty storm.”
Sunday 6 a.m. PDT: “Come on with it then, storm. Bring me what ya got. Let’s see who wins.”
Monday Morning: “… as long as no flooding occurs, the city should be fine. There’s really nothing to say…Imagine a low rumbling turbine engine for several hours, lots of wind and debris… .”
Tuesday Morning: “I do not want to be an alarmist, but people who have the means to leave the greater New Orleans area need to do so. The infrastructure required to maintain a city is down. It could be a long time before it’s back up. There will be too many people fighting for exceptionally scarce resources.”
Wednesday Morning: The chaos began as he described the scene on the camcorder; “You’re watching the flood progress … and the looting of a hotel. We’re seriously considering trying to restore some order to this city since the government has totally given up (and probably couldn’t do anything anyway). The police have been looting according to reports, and the honest ones are under siege at their precincts as automatic gunfire was unloaded at one near the Quarter. I know it’s dangerous, … if there’s a chance of slowing down this Planet of the Apes deterioration, someone’s got to take the first step. I mean, it’s Lord of the Flies out there right now. There’s no order at all. No respect for private property, no respect for life.”
Wednesday Afternoon: “The police are looting. Some of the looting might be ‘legitimate’ …. They have broken into ATMs and safes: confirmed. We have eyewitnesses to this. They have taken dozens of SUVs from dealerships ostensibly for official use. They have also looted gun stores and pawn shops for all the small arms, supposedly to prevent ‘criminals’ from doing so. But who knows their true intentions.”
Thursday Early Morning: “Security has become a major concern now, because the NOPD is ineffective and the looters (and) terrorists are roaming the streets. It is a zoo out there though, make no mistake. It’s the wild kingdom…That doesn’t mean there’s murder on every street corner. But what it does mean is that the rule of law has collapsed, that there is no order, and that property rights cannot and are not being enforced. Anyone who is on the streets is in immediate danger of being robbed and killed. It’s that bad.”
Friday Morning: “This place is completely coming apart. The hopelessness on the street breaks the heart. The old, the tired, the sick seem resigned to their presumed fate. Death.”
Friday Late Morning: There are signs of relief. “This convoy coming down the street is loaded with supplies. I see MREs and water and I assume ice, …. OK, so the troops used to restore order went in first and now the supplies are coming …. Hope is on the way for the people at the Convention Center. Finally.”
Linked at basil’s blog “All Day Picnic“.
I have already noted my pessimism about the rebuilding of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina’s massive destruction. I predicted that the people would not return to rebuild their homes and lives. However, there is a part of the greater New Orleans complex that probably should be rebuilt and that is the shipping ports. The country can live perfectly well not having a rowdy Mardi Gras celebration, but without the ports of South Louisiana and New Orleans, which lay north and south of the city of New Orleans, we and the rest of the world would experience economic disaster.
These ports at the delta of the great Mississippi River have been important throughout the history of the United States. Today they are important to the world’s economy as well. A large portion of the agricultural commodities from the bread basket of the midwestern states exit these ports on their way to the world’s markets and a large portion of the materials necessary for America’s industrialization come into these ports. The delta ports will be rebuilt and a city will surround them, but it will not be the City of New Orleans that once was. See Katrina the Prophesied Storm.
The road southwest from New Orleans into the heart of Cajun country rolls past chemical plants, oil refineries, pipelines, and storage tanks, crisscrossing a network of manmade waterways and natural rivers and lakes. In this land of levees, canals, bridges, and bayous, nearly all industry and residents are connected in one way or another to the maritime and energy industries.
Transected by the Mississippi River, which carries 40 percent of all U.S. exports, southern Louisiana is also home to the Port of Southern Louisiana — the busiest port in the world in terms of tonnage — as well as the Port of New Orleans. Combined, these two facilities account for 60 percent of all U.S. grain exports.
In addition, the region is a hub for both offshore oil and gas drilling operations and the offloading of petroleum from foreign tankers, as well as a strong industrial base for the refining, distribution, and storage of petroleum products. Southern Louisiana accounts for significant production of military and civilian jet fuel. (January 1, 2005, Clifford S. Barney, John Borden, GeoIntelligence)
THE CRESCENT CITY on the delta lived on borrowed time always. However, that troubled no one, as New Orleans was a place that care forgot. It was founded by the swashbuckling pirates and smugglers of another age, whose ghosts haunted their Mississippi lair forever. The city defiantly survived hurricanes and a great war’s starvation time. Its residents in later years were bohemian artists, street musicians and others whose roots could not be planted deeply, as there was no deep but the river. There were spectacles of madness at Mardi Gras time and a French Quarter where soulful horn music sounded on every street corner. Jazz came to be born in New Orleans along with a man named Satchmo. All who understood New Orleans knew that it was an erstwhile habitation that really belonged to Ole Miss. The people were intimate with the supernatural and sang and danced at the funerals of family and friends. Today, New Orleans is at the bottom of the river, but the city will live on in the memories of those who experienced the music, the creole food and the city’s French ambiance. There will be ornate wrought iron enough reclaimed from the delta’s overflowing waters to reproduce a remembrance of what was, but the people will not return. They will build new lives elsewhere, knowing that they are strong, but not as strong as Ole Miss. They will not soon forget the floods and starvation times. Fare thee well, beignets and coffee, trolleys, shrimp boats, smugglers and jugglers and all that was New Orleans during its sultry happy days of summer.
AMONG other outrages committed … at New Orleans is the feeding of the starving people …. We illustrate the scene on page 380 (picture). In accordance with notice, Captain John Clark commenced the distribution of the beef this morning, and issued eight hundred liberal rations for hungry families. A sight more fearful and harrowing I do not wish ever again to witness, and it is no discredit to Captain Clark to say that, in the association with the destitute which his position renders necessary, he is frequently deeply moved. I noticed to-day that the sight of so much want increased the amount of the allowance to each family to an extent which had not entered into his previous calculations.
At the hour appointed to issue the beef there were thousands of eager, hungry men, women, and children crowded around the Custom-home. A very large majority of the people were women, all carrying either baskets or napkins. Some were old and tottering with infirmity; others carried, wearily enough, a babe at the breast; and many, God help them! bore the evidence of another claim on their support soon to come.
The sun was pouring down his rays with an intensity greater than we have before experienced since our arrival, and the poor creatures struggled and jammed each other to get into the office; and finally getting to the desk, trembled from head to foot, and almost fell upon the floor from sheer exhaustion. ~~Harper’s Weekly, June 14, 1862
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