Hello New Orleans. How’s ya momanem?

Ike welcomes us home.

Ike welcomes us home.

Finally. After 20 years of roaming Asia and Europe, I am home sort of semi-permanently. Daneeta Loretta Jackson reporting for duty, New Orleans.

I didn’t think we would actually make it what with all the meterological activity. A week before we left London, my mother called to tell me that she was evacuating ahead of Gustav. Two more storms were riding its wake, and PJ was streaming both CNN and WDSU as he finished off his last UK music video (shameless self promotion). “Are we really gonna do this,” he asked. I told him that we’d get to D.C. where we were to change planes to New Orleans and then hitch down if we had to. There was no going back. We had given up the flat in London and sold everything except what they allow on international flights these days.

So, we made it. Two missed flights and I notched it up to 11 for a meltdown in the D.C. airport including swearing and slam dunking a subway sandwich on the floor. Had it not been for the lovely Vincent in lost baggage at Louis Armstrong International, I would have gone back to London. But, that’s not home.

This is. And I’m here. Finally.

So, this is what I’ve noticed so far:

The people are real nice here. They say hello, how ya doin’ to perfect strangers.

All of my mom’s friends call me “baby” at my age, which, quite frankly, makes me feel like a kid again. And, that’s a good thing.

Tellers at really big banks do not know how to exchange Stirling and have to call in the manager.

Public transportation pretty much sucks except that you can have some lovely conversations waiting 45 minutes for the one of two buses that go down Carrollton (see above).

The public library downtown rocks. I already have a library card. But, they cannot tell you how to get to them via public transportation. They can, however, give you bus schedules for every bus in the city.

There IS a bus that goes from downtown to Arabi.

The Algiers Ferry is the best way to get across the river on a hot sticky night. And, it’s free if you walk on.

I took a mini-break this weekend to visit friends on the Northshore. The picture is from a high school buddy of my mom’s (they got in touch through Facebook). His name is Mel Borne.

2 Comments so far

  1. 1noladder on September 16th, 2008 @ 10:27 am

    Welcome Back, Ms Loooooretta!
    We hung you top lede on da’Ladda today, and your next movie with the "Stitch’hikers".
    You rock dog, Catahoula Bang Bang!

    Mymominem, she fine and waits for her children, she’s calling them home.

    Do sew yourself into the blog’0’reamery.
    Editilla~New Orleans Ladder
    http://noladder.blogspot.com/


  2. laurie2 on September 25th, 2008 @ 12:32 am

    That looks warm, and relaxing.

    Laurie



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