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It's Sunday Night
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Note this link: Louisianian Erosion Continues Unabated.I also find I must apologize to several reporters who asked me about my story, as it seemed interesting. I said (unbelievably) "Just read my weblog, it pretty much tells it all."
Now anyone who reads this with any frequency, or who happens upon it at a glance knows that my weblog is about as boring as they come. I say almost nothing in it. Maybe I have just become to busy to blog.
I pray Steve and Barbara are well. I hung out with them one day after cleaning our home out for hours and cleaning the local Church out for hours and cleaning friends's refrigerators out for... well, not hours.
In retrospect with them I was concerned about getting back for curfew... stunned by the sights, and simply exhausted and speechless.
One day I will have a decent weblog... but for now, it is still pretty boring. The future dawns bright... as brightly as the stars over Metairie the night after Katrina.... ever more brightly.
The Katrina-Rita
Friday, September 23, 2005
For those of us who did not have to evacuate, and who did not flee away on gay larks to Ireland,,,there are remnants of normalcy in this Homeland of ours.
The Sun-Ray Grill off of Metairie Road is offering the Katrina-Rita... a Kat Five margarita.
Molly's on the Market has never closed, since they never close and have no locks on the doors.
If no pictures of me as a Priest survive, some photographer has a shot of a Priest in a bar in New Orleans during the hiatus. At least there was still a priest in New Orleans. Yep, saving souls since 1793 we have been.
I've decided to stop posting pics here... they will be on separate pages.
And that damned tree will be removed this week, at the price you would expect it to be. There's a reason this is called the biggest disaster in the history of our Arhdiocese, of our City, and even of our Nation.
Truth and Fallacy (Truth of Consequences?)
Monday, September 19, 2005
Ther eis a lot of truth to this articleHowever, let it be known that Catholic Charities donated much of their enormous food stock to the relief effort of evacuees, and continuess to do so in refugee shelters.
Moreover, where are the articles explaning why architects, engineers and zoning managers opted to build slab houses in flood zones?
Where Are Our Priests?
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Some of us are just rather stressed, lately... .wonder why?In case anyone actually begins to wonder what's been keeping this one busy and going into various parts of the city, here is a brief overview of the family Homestead. Not much, but we like it. And it's property value actually just increased despite the tree through the back roof.
Ahh.. before.
Something looks different that afternoon... Must be that tree which has blown through the back roof and which is still leaning on the neighbor's house.
What a view, though thankfully it did not sit underwater for two weeks.
Prayers and Photos
Thursday, September 15, 2005
More dead are being brought in, prayers for them, as we pray over them and with them.Ever having a camera with me, following are the obligatory photos...Sorry for the high res, and the Google ad over the photos on some monitors. My kingdom for a web designer's knowledge! (Er... not literally, but yes to a degree.)
This is the view directly accross from Notre Dame Seminary. What's that? You don't recognize it? Yep, there used to be houses there.
Photos...
Some friends have asked if I took these photos, and that's affirmative. That's what happens when you stay in town during these kind of things and happen to have a camera, what can I say?
Immediately after seeing this car, we encountered a dead body lying on the street with his ID card stuck into his shorts, and prayed over him.
The Katrina Arena
Sunday, September 11, 2005
I'll be posting the Katrina experience sooner or later.Probably later as we are one of fourteen out of 170 or so Parishes in the Archdiocese which are working, and the Pastor leaves on a lark this Thursday.
But for now, here are a few Katrina pix....
In Memoriam
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Joseph West Allen, Jr. - 11/22/33 - 8/29/05
When dad's die it is a difficult and painful moment. But when I learned my dad had died I was driving to find my family after the hurricane, talking on my cell phone, and ended up driving in circles and not knowing what to do, then pulled into a rest area where I sat and prayed and eventually noticed this sign.
I did not know who to call or at that point how to get in touch with the Archdiocese to let them know I needed time off for arrangements and such, so I called a friend in Bolivia and he e-mailed them.
Yes, I called Bolivia to get in touch with the Archdiocese of New Orleans.
I went to see Dad right after the storm, and explained it was a really bad storm and I had to go check the house. He knew. But it was a difficult time for him I could tell.
We shall miss him greatly.
I returned to work immediately after sending my family off; my dad's funeral is painfully in hiatus due to that storm. Life will go on, though different as never before in this one's lifetime.