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You can destroy an author’s original notes for a novel, like to Moby Dick, and the words, printed a million times, won’t be lost – every story I read about New Orleans never recovering just makes me think all that is fit to print is bullshit and hyperbole and not worth reading. Every email that comes out of the St John Community is about wanting to return now. Every fiber of my being wants to return now. I don’t know a single citizen who doesn’t want to return right now.

If we can’t go back in a month we are going to have to reconfigure our lives in exile. I miss everything and everyone about New Orleans. John Besh is in Slidell serving red beans to evacuees, Liuzza’s is under water, Sidmar’s is gone, Frank Brigtsen said he has relocated and won’t return. We keep getting offers to come live in certain houses but they all involve traveling yet further away from New Orleans – I don’t want to go further I want to get closer.

Today was day one of detox again – maybe this is a bad idea – it is so much easier to stomach exile with a couple of cocktails. But the cocktails keep leading to the cigarettes and well it’s all not goody. My lungs are just not holding up worth a damn.

Looking at the future was thinking that we could get a bus and outfit it with cages so that next time we can get all the dogs and cats out.

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