Well, when we last joined up with Lyndsey and Loomis, they were sort of side by side in provincial detention cells on the outskirts of Fayetteville, North Carolina. Lyndsey was checking her stash in her stocking-(Cash that is), and Loomis was clearing his pipes, a-fixing to sing.
How they beat this kerfuffle, as we rejoin our dear Orleanians, pulling themselves up from a far greater disaster– the aftermath of Katrina!
Missy Gaulinfat and Poseidon, over across Canal Street, are hanging the “Open” neon sign back up atop theirprecious Beauty-Torium.
Mister Roger Purslane and his wife are positioning themselves on the section of their front porch that a wildly eager army of young volunteers have already rebuilt.
Professor Harkelius is, well, missing from his Chicken compound and big Bafuba is running the henhouses presently.
Legba and his disciples Victor and Ed are back in Girod cemetery, guarding some fresh graves.
Saint Roch Church and its garden of magic crosses and crutches have largely survived, though some of the little matchstick-and-beads ‘shrines’ did wash away.
Big Al, the trombonist, is wandering up and down Royale Street, in the Quarter, though no longer claiming to be planning a hookup with the James Brown show in Mobile.
Callie, our nursing student hopeful, lost her shotgun house in the Lower Ninth, but she is helping some hunky National Guardsmen clean and muck out some neighborhood block frontage.
Algiers Island, the Louis Armstrong Statue, and Bobby’s Clip Joint are yet standing–Galatoire’s will shortly re-open;
Et Vive La Frontage!!
(To Be Continued)
