Shout out for the Big Easy

So my school enrolled a couple dozen students from Louisiana yesterday, and are expecting several more today. I've already had two added to my classes. I just can't fathom what these kids are going through. You're told to leave your home for a few days, and then, whoops, just kidding, you can't go home until December. And that's if you even have a home to go to...

On the radio this morning, one of the news reports talked about how these displaced people from New Orleans are no longer considered "evacuees." They're full fledged "refugees." No homes. No jobs. No belongings. Just the clothes on their backs. The newspaper (and 40's brother) mentioned that the city will probably never be the same. Many refugees will find new homes and jobs elsewhere, (like here in H-town) and will most likely never go back. Why would they...? There is nothing left...

On a more disgusting side of the story, our local street beggar people are totally pissing me off. The same guy I saw by the overpass last week with the "Will Work for Food" sign is now toting a piece of cardboard claiming "From New Orleans. Please help." Mother fracking leeches. Get a MF job.

And on an ever so slightly related note, 40 got a new phone a few weeks ago, and chose "When the Saints Go Marching In" as her new ring tone. Although I've never really cared for the song, particularly in the metallic rendition offered by LG, I now am finding it to be awfully distressing and rather macabre when her phone rings.

My heart goes out...