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October 11th, 2005 
I’m not trying to over-sentimentalize it. But this is a simulation of what my brain does when I see these new apocalyptic pictures of my parent’s house. I guess this mental back and forth game is what it must be like to be in this part of the city, which is in an advanced state of decay and awaits the bulldozers.
Most of the neighbors my parents have talked to said they are not going to rebuild. And there are rumors that the 17th Street Canal (only a few blocks away) is going to be expanded in their direction and will maybe even be where the house is now, which is an irony lost on no one. Whether this place becomes a golf course or a FEMA trailer park or an empty lot, it still hasn’t sunk in that it will be completely gone if I ever get back to see it.
Well… now that I’ve re-read this, it does seem trite and sentimental with me sitting here in Portland writing the one millionth eulogy for New Orleans. No more boo-hoo Katrina coverage. I’m going to adopt my parent’s point of view on the matter:
