Lioness roars"You will listen now."

You may ask "Why would you bring up New Orleans and Katrina again?" Well, because it was one of the most wonderful adventures I had been on in years. I met great people explored many new things, from locations to Hookah Bars. I met very interesting people. For the first two months I had awesome eye candy!That's right. I'm talk'n about all the Federal Agents that I dinned with two to three times a day. The men in blue, camo and what ever else they were wearing. Yum. I was forced out of my shell.

I am proud of my participation in the relief efforts for Katrina and Rita even if I suffered some PTSD after wards. I am told people ignore or change the subject when I bring up Katrina and Rita because it makes them uncomfortable. When they do this they do not realize that this was my life for 7 months. I lived in the disaster ridden cities. Everytime I walked outside my hotel it was there. This was not the news. You couldn't just turn it off when it got too much for you. I listened to New Orleans citizens everyday tell me of the horror that happened, the injustice and the crime of humanities that happened. Neighbor against neighbor. What was I supposed to do with that information? Stay quiet. I guess I assumed that because I listened, that other's would listen to me when I shared my experience. I guess my deeds didn't warrant this courtesy. However I am the one behind the keyboard now and the Lioness in me roars, "You will listen now."

The picture is of the street Tchoupitoulas exit(we called it "Snuffleupagas") one of the first things that greeted me when I drove to my hotel the first day in New Orleans. Remember I knew nothing about the layout of the city and cars were parked every which way. My first thought was normal back then "Who the hell is playing tricks on me?" "That's just mean." My whole stay in New Orleans and even when I came back on New Years the sign was not fixed.

The other picture is of the guys Manny, Brad, Chris, I worked/lived with in New Orleans as we partied above Bourbon St. in September 2005.