At first I just thought it may just a bit serious than what I have experienced in summer 1995. After more and more news and photo being released, I can't tell you how I feel exactly looking at the bloody facts.
It all started from 1994, I arrived the New Orleans International Airport, now remaned as Louis Armstrong International Airport, for a two years study for my Arts Administration degree in University of New Orleans. Believe or not, as a young jazz enthusist, I picked the City of New Orleans for my destination without a second thought. And that did rewarded me with one of my best time and living experience in my entire life.
Again, looking at all the photo on the new media, I can't really associate with the noisy, lazy, relaxed city of Big Eazy with all my unforgettable memories about the St. Charles Avenue, Garden District, Canal St, Lake Pontratrain, and the long long I-10 bridge in between New Orleans and Slidel.....
And all of these remind me a classic jazz tune: Summer time........... when the water is raising... so sad, little baby....won't you---u cry.
--------In memory of my best youth in the Big Easy