No "Easy" Goodbye

As I look to the South, I am reminded of the VooDoo bar. I still have their business card at home. Plain, essentially, it carries more value to me now as I wonder if it is still there. New Orleans was like a fleeting affair which would and could never last. It's lasting allure was that there was so much more to see and do and my time was limited. Now, it is a sad reminder of how some things in life will be lost and never regained.
I know they are going to rebuild it and I want to see it again but it just won't be the same. The people won't be the same. Tragically, some history was lost in the currents which also took some of the civility in the people. It won't be the same. As a queen, she enters a twilight dance filled with emotion and attention until the next headline reduces her to page 6 on the newspapers.
I've heard both the Garden and French district went mostly unscathed but nothing and no person who lives there can say they were "unscathed".
Never a fan of a po' boy and certainly not one of crawfish, I found a dark facination in the bayou and the general laziness of the landscape. You just moved slower when you were down there. To me, every event both sour and sweet was glazed in this "it's all good" attitude. Hurricanes, I mean the drink, you gotta love 'em. There was too much to do. Like any woman who grabs your heart you know there was just too much about them that you never got to see. Wait another day and you'll find more. As we all appear two dimensional, these people posses a depth that can only be savored in jealousy. Thus, it is the same for New Orleans. There was another woman who I never got to say bye to. I won't make that mistake again. There is only one "Big Easy." That's why it is so hard to say:

Rest in Peace, New Orleans. (1718-2005)