In a previous post I discussed my reaction to Hurricane Katrina and my desire to assist with the relief effort in some tangible way. After spending a couple of days in New Orleans, I traveled to a Habitat for Humanity worksite on the northern shore of Lake Pontchartrain.
My accommodations for the build were in a sheriff’s barracks on the outskirts of Slidell. I was the first to arrive and was greeted by a deputy who gave me the ten-cent tour: gang showers, lounge, bunk rooms. His advice was to grab a top bunk away from the door.
Goodbye, Soniat House. Hello, bunk beds.
Philanthropic travel has significantly increased in popularity since my trip to Louisiana in 2006. Who benefits more from these programs – the tourist or the host?
Reggie Bush and other float characters from Blaine Kern’s Mardi Gras World.
“Come on, Cher!”
Before I could object, I was pulled by the arm into the bar and marched up onto the stage. A harness was lowered over my head. It had a washboard attached that covered my chest.
“Une! Deux! Trois!”
The band launched into some rollicking zydeco and a pair of hands bearing spoons materialized in front of me. Rhythmically, vigorously, the spoons strummed my washboard.
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