Ant Bites.

            It has been a few days sans blogging. Honestly, there has been very little to report. We had the tamest New Orleans experience in the history of New Orleans experiences. We went to Bourbon Street Friday, and Le Bon Temps Saturday. Bourbon Street was gross, an amalgam of dimly lit bars and neon lit strip clubs. I hate party streets and this one no less.

 

            We went to the lower ninth ward on Thursday to interview volunteers from Common Ground, a national volunteer organization. It was horrifically depressing to see the futile effort of a few volunteers; they essentially mowed lawns in the name of avoiding $100 city penalties for the owners. We cleared a lot with some law students from Washington University in St. Louis, and Zach won the contest for most ant bites about the ankles and wrists.

 

            New Orleans itself is a grimy town. Even the nicest parts are gross, and reflective of considerable neglect at both the personal and municipal level. There are beautiful mansions on St. Charles Street that look as though they may come crashing down at any moment. We stayed with a friend of an interviewee named Ben, a law student at Tulane, and his roommate Christy, a fifth and sixth grade science teacher at a local elementary school. They were both hospitable, if not busy as hell, and we were able to get them out until four in the morning Saturday night.

 

            We left today for Houston and are currently driving through some armpit of Texas. We made a gas stop in Sulfur, Louisiana, which may be the single most unremarkable place in the history of unremarkable places. We ate, just moments ago, at the venerable institution that is Taco Bell, in Winnie, Texas, a lovely little town, I'm sure. Now on to Houston and back under the watchful gaze of our dear 'sugardaddies' Jobing.com. We are interviewing the president of the Houston Rockets and possibly some players as well.

 

            Home again in 9 days. I need a job.

 

xoxo