Where nobody knows your name
I think people live in San Francisco, ney, I know people live in San Francisco, because they love the anonymity there. I loathed it. I enjoyed knowing my neighbors and being social – it is at the core of who I am. When I was coming back to the LaLa from walking Arlene, Ms. Marie was on my side of the bayou and she said, “when I evacuated, I stayed with my son and I grew depressed. He lived in a subdivision where everyone drove up their driveway to the back of their house and you never even saw them go in or out. There were no people just houses and driveways.”
I have made my life here in MidCity, where everyone knows my name, take the good and bad of that, but oh what a difference to me.