Monday, December 17, 2007

State of the Neighborhood: Les Heaps du Mal

My comment of two-and-change years ago still holds true:
"It’s a curious fact of our present circumstances that the most obvious sign of progress in flooded out neighborhoods is piles of trash..."
As our neighborhood slowly scrabbles its way up through the middling percentages of occupancy, heaps still burst forth across front yards and sidewalks and onto streets, blooming like vile flowers* of slow-going recovery:

August–September, 2005

December, 2007

Each heap marks another turnaround, another long-awaited Road Home grant, another family that got sick to death of living in some generic apartment in Atlanta or Houston or wherever it is that doesn't have all the stuff that we miss like hell when we aren't here, another family that's decided they're going to make a go of it, gut that house, and start over.

When there's no more trash heaps, that's it, we're done. We'll be as recovered as we're going to get.

* Help! Is there a 19th century French poet in the house?


  1. Anonymous9:14 AM

    I was searching, like a "where's Waldo" drawing for the fish bones... Or in your mind did the fish survive the flood?
    btw: Love your drawings, photos & above all your unique perspective on life & your surroundings.

  2. Fish bones! Why didn't I think of that? (And thank you.)

  3. Anonymous1:00 PM

    How about some shrimp heads, tails, etc! Remember we ate shrimp the night we evacuated and the remains were rolled up in the paper, put in your garbage can which was then deposited in your living room(so it wouldn't be blown away)where it remained for you to drag out weeks later smelling, no doubt, just lovely

  4. Anonymous10:40 PM

    hey wren. thanks for reminding me about the three week old crawfish tails i found in my freezer when i snuck back into gentilly right before rita.

    man i hadnt puked like that since college.

    i still grin when i think about my mom asking me why i didnt try to rehab that fridge.