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I should have gone to New Orleans for Mardi Gras Carnival in 2010. I fantasized relentlessly about it. I dreamed constantly about it. I wanted desperately to go. I started making plans. I tried to convince any one of my friends to go with me, to sign on for this incredible adventure of a lifetime. No takers. I would have gone alone but I was warned, rightly, that was not such a great idea. So, I did not go. Now I’ve resigned myself to experiencing New Orleans vicariously through the HBO series Treme. I admit it. I am hooked on Treme. I am bedazzled by David Simon’s incredible stories about life in certain New Orleans neighborhoods after “Katrina”. Some people--yes, including me--often lazily refer to that tragedy as “Katrina” as if the hurricane alone caused the devastation. It didn’t. It was the floods following landfall of Hurricane Katrina that buckled the levees causing wholesale destruction and unimaginable loss of life. It was heartbreaking; it was tragic; and as we now know, it was preventable. |