Three years ago, Mr. Fliz and I, along with my brother-in-law and a few other friends, went to Jazz Fest in New Orleans. Though I hear that Mardi Gras is the time to really get the New Orleans experience, I had an amazing time during Jazz Fest. It was an even bigger highlight, because I got to work with folks from all over the U.S., for Habitat for Humanity in rebuilding homes after Hurricane Katrina. Mr. Fliz had done it the year before as part of his bachelor party weekend (how kind). This was a great opportunity and experience to do it together. New Orleans certainly left an impression with me that I can't forget. Despite the heat and the exhaustion, I remember the kindness and hospitality that was extended to us by the people of New Orleans. I had never been to the South and was really impressed with these people's perseverance and fortitude, considering all they had been through. I also won't forget many of the young people that had committed to helping rebuild the city. Many of them had forsaken a year's education or a year's worth of earning potential to make a difference in the world. I was humbly touched.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Big Easy
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