I've got a Big Chief, Big Chief, Big Chief of the Nation Wild, wild creation
He won't bow down, down on the ground Oh how I love to hear you call my Indian Red!
I had one of the most spiritual experiences you can have in New Orleans tonight; I walked for St. Joseph's night with a Mardi Gras Indian tribe. David Montana, nephew of the most famous Mardi Gras Indian Chief, Big Chief Tutti Montana, led the Washitaw nation in a nearly ten mile hike around the city.
I'm currently sitting at a restaurant on Esplanade Ave, in the French Quarter. A really bad piano player is massacring "Wade in the Water", but it doesn't matter. This is the first electric, air conditioning and hot food that I've had in four days. The city is alive and well. New Orleans has gotten through another hurricane just fine.
Those to the South of us were not so lucky. So please, keep them in your thoughts this week as they begin to deal with the flooding and the destruction that they experienced.
Having gotten through my first hurricane, I've been reminded yet again why I love this city so much. Here is a piece that I submitted to an anthology that didn't end up happening (due to a lack of submissions). Hopefully it will explain a little bit more why hurricanes are a sacrifice those of us who live here are willing to make in order to stay in our beloved city.