Thursday, September 28, 2006

Queue the Andrew Lloyd Weber...

One year ago today, I re-entered the city for the first time since the storm. I smelled that noxious stank, saw those ravaged and empty streets, the battered skyline, and my sad house for the first time. But it felt pretty good to be here. A year later, a lot of things are different. Some things are the same. It still feels pretty good.

You'll have to forgive my recent wistful reminiscences. It must be the season, our recent spate of momentous occasions and anniversaries, a change in the air, the little teasing wisps of fall. But don't worry, we will shortly revert to our standard fare of cheek and nonsense.

1 comment:

  1. Ah yes, the curling panneling, the molding plaster, the reek of the Popeye's on Claiborne . . . seems like just last year.