Comments on: When The Levees Broke and More http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2006/08/22/when-the-levees-broke-and-more/ The takeover. The break's over. Fri, 21 Nov 2008 13:23:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: ErinMoore http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2006/08/22/when-the-levees-broke-and-more/#comment-3142 ErinMoore Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:09:44 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=456#comment-3142 Nice shot of you with the Outback Wagon. Again, a place I remember going to with you in tow. And If I remember you and Chuy were talking about the sexy waittress (in French) and you sang a song about a gapped tooth woman. Nice shot of you with the Outback Wagon. Again, a place I remember going to with you in tow. And If I remember you and Chuy were talking about the sexy waittress (in French) and you sang a song about a gapped tooth woman.

]]> By: Mr Carter http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2006/08/22/when-the-levees-broke-and-more/#comment-3141 Mr Carter Wed, 23 Aug 2006 22:45:18 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=456#comment-3141 It's a Little Difficult to imagine the big easy without its vibrancy, culture and overwhelming aura of 'enjoy yourself.' New Orleans was the place I got my first tattoo, staggered through a street drunk for the first time, and had fun with people I would never see again in life. Couldn't call her my first love, but she certainly gave me my first hard-on. She'll be back. And so will I. It’s a Little Difficult to imagine the big easy without its vibrancy, culture and overwhelming aura of ‘enjoy yourself.’ New Orleans was the place I got my first tattoo, staggered through a street drunk for the first time, and had fun with people I would never see again in life. Couldn’t call her my first love, but she certainly gave me my first hard-on.

She’ll be back. And so will I.

]]> By: Mr. Senor Evan http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/2006/08/22/when-the-levees-broke-and-more/#comment-3140 Mr. Senor Evan Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:15:33 +0000 http://www.bomanijones.com/blog/?p=456#comment-3140 New Orleans is the only city I can think of where people could go and instantly feel a genuine sense of welcome. The difference between New Orleans and other cities which give you that feeling is NOLA felt like somewhere you had been waiting years to arrive. It was like the Matrix's Zion as it was truly the last place in the country where the culture was uniquely local and folks were free to be themselves. NOLA was truly a relic from a bygone era and the closest thing to the Wild West we had going. I still have difficulty finding the words to explain my emotions regarding Katrina and its aftermath. Until I get it together and make the trip back, I doubt will be able to. Once I do, I doubt I'll be able to turn off the tap in my head. evan New Orleans is the only city I can think of where people could go and instantly feel a genuine sense of welcome. The difference between New Orleans and other cities which give you that feeling is NOLA felt like somewhere you had been waiting years to arrive.

It was like the Matrix’s Zion as it was truly the last place in the country where the culture was uniquely local and folks were free to be themselves. NOLA was truly a relic from a bygone era and the closest thing to the Wild West we had going.

I still have difficulty finding the words to explain my emotions regarding Katrina and its aftermath. Until I get it together and make the trip back, I doubt will be able to. Once I do, I doubt I’ll be able to turn off the tap in my head.

evan

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