Nature provides what man can’t conceive
After an auspicious beginning to my flight that involved burning brakes midair, I landed and am now sitting here looking out at the dusky light on the San Francisco bay. A Hornblower boat is motoring by and the Embarcadero is active and teeming with walkers and eaters and drinkers all enjoying the view.
There is talk back home that they will take down the Claiborne overpass and having lived here in the Bay Area when they brought the Embarcadero down, all I can say is, it’s about damn time. Claiborne Avenue in its past and present form is about the true spirit of the people of New Orleans undaunted that this once oak lined avenue had been turned into a bottom pit of the I-10, the social clubs that used the avenue for their processions never missed a beat and continued despite the utter stupidity of bureaucratic urban planning.