14 September 04
Ivan
My brother used to live in New Orleans, where he and one of his many international roommates washed windows for a living (he had just finished university in England and this was his first stop in the U.S.). They lived in the French Quarter, in an apartment with high ceilings and exposed brick walls.
He’s fetched up in Juneau, Alaska many years, and many stops, later. But he and his wife are in New Orleans now, visiting following a conference she’s been attending. One of the largest hurricanes recorded in the Atlantic is heading their way. I hope they decide to leave sooner rather than later; New Orleans could be a swimming pool of sewage, industrial waste, and floating coffins. Not likely, but possible. I’d rather they not be around to find out.
(Postscript, September 15: They’re safe in Seattle, will finish their vacation there and head home on Saturday.)
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