Katrina

What can you say that hasn't been said? I lived Uptown on Marengo Ave. (near Louisiana and St. Charles streets) in New Orleans from 1994-1997 while I went to law school at Tulane. I loved the city; it's second only to Chicago in my estimation. The music scene, the food, the architecture, just the feel of the city. The atmosphere of the city is alive -- there's a relaxed, cultured feel to the town that made me feel at home. It had problems, crime, corruption, racial tension, but my memories overwhelm those issues -- happy hour at the Columns hotel, listening to Peter Holsapple at Carrolton Station, listening to Harry Connick, Sr. (the New Orleans D.A. and Harry Connick Jr.'s dad) play the piano in the Quarter, catching the acts at Tip's. Jazz Fest. The food at Mike's on the Avenue, Casamento's, Bluebird Diner, watching the Green Wave get smoked in the Dome...
While it's not gone entirely, I just can't believe it will ever truly be the same. Here's hoping New Orleans, Gulfport and Biloxi come back. God bless the dead and watch over the living.

Back At It

I've been trying to expand my solo law practice, and it's amazing how easy it is to fall off the blog wagon when you don't make yourself sit down and do it. Can't promise I'll continue to faithfully blog, but I feel reinvigorated and ready to give it another shot...