Yes, long-time readers will know I responded to New Orleans’ possible hurricane in much the same fashion last year when Ivan was heading towards Louisiana (complete with picture of my hair that Tanya makes fun of), but as of this writing, we could be looking at one of the worst storms in history barreling down on my favorite town in America.
I once made a terrifically bad Photoshop example of what would happen if a 25-foot storm surge poured over the 18-foot levees and engulfed the French Quarter:
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…and I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I could live in a world without the Verti Marte, the Café du Monde, the Joan Good jewelry store and basically every other dive frequented by my friends since we first discovered the place in 1987. In fact, Tanya, here’s my hair on that trip:
To think those waters behind me are now threatening millions of people fills me with dread – perhaps red-state Florida and Louisiana will think twice about voting Republican given that the G.O.P. still doesn’t believe in global warming, which will make storms like this even more commonplace. I’m amazed nobody has tried to make that a campaign issue, but I suppose it’s just too easy to discredit scientists in our budding theocracy.
I once wrote a screenplay where a hurricane is shoved out of the way of New Orleans, ask me about it sometime. The worst hardly ever happens in these big storms; pray to your favorite float queen at Mardi Gras that America’s most interesting town is spared.