"Taste and be Tasted - New Orleans " a New Orleans Travel Page by JamalMorelli

The levee in the Ninth Ward, a second church, a second community center where you join fishers, joggers, dog-fights, whores, families, the occasional white kid from Holy Cross, musicians, Ninth Ward weirdos...
The over 50 years battle with Corps should have never been about expanding the canal - which, thank the heavens, that they didn't manage to begin that turkey while Katrina hit... incalculably more damage would have set in, if you can imagine)

The levee was our unbroken expanse of evening promenade space in the lower ninth. I lived on the corner of Sister and North Rampart. Ask a taxi driver to take you there, then walk up to the levee - walk down until you see the city...

This is a calm way to begin your journey into New Orleans, a "mountain" view...Get ready to taste and be tasted...

You must live in New Orleans to actually get it. You have to become New Orleanian, get a job that paces itself with the swampspeed economy, get crazy lovers that complement a reptilian existence... become evil in the way crocodiles are evil; which is to say, good.
I love New Orleans to the point of excluding the rest of the world as containing possible heavens - I miss her every day, my friends, the food, the loose morals, the general atmosphere of insanity (sometimes cultivated sometimes murderous)
New Orleans was Jamal Morelli's and Benjamin Prentiss' base, my home for almost half my life - it hurts to continue. Later...

I lived in an oak tree for my first month in New Orleans. I love them and I love people who love them. I love them and love and support tree doctors anywhere. I love them. I love them. I love them.
The best thoughts, music and sex resemble Dueling Oaks *my home* you'll find her near City Park.

But she's mine, baby....