I pray that you have a safe remainder of your travel. May the Lord bless you and keep you and thank you for riding Greyhound,
The atmosphere on the bus was of people bonded together. They were people who lived elsewhere, worked elsewhere, but were returning home, some to visit, some to stay. In Baton Rouge, while we waited for our bus, we watched coverage of the Utah mine, and everyone, necks craned up at the TV in silence, seemed to understand what a tragedy was all about.
The next morning, in the light of day, I had to immediately call someone and tell them my impressions. I left my sister a voice mail message. New Orleans, I told her, is beautiful. It is invigorating to be in a place with an upwards trend, where there is rebuilding going on, of something growing. But, the sentiment, still, is sad.
I had mixed feelings about going places where the devestation was more apparent. I didn't come to gawk at the disaster. I came to take pictures of readers.
People are happy to see mainstays, like Starbucks, opening again in the neighborhoods that are trying to make a come back. The brown line midway up the building shows the water level post-Katrina.