Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Slab From The Past


I just got back from New Orleans on Monday. Good trip and all that, but I mostly wanted to share this image with you. For those of you who knew my childhood home at 5814 Bellaire Drive, you might remember our 1980s decor, especially this rockin' black and white tile. Well, as you can see ole' 5814 done got razed, and here's what's left. Oh, and there's the famous 17th Street canal behind the slab. While I was out snapping this photo, I met the young guy who had just bought the property. He had lost his home which was in St.Bernard Parish and decided to make a new home for himself here on our old property. It was kind of sweet- he had a wheelbarrow full of dirt and a shovel. He's really rebuilding from the ground up, starting with filling in some massive ditches in the backyard. Hard to believe that my old backyard was like an ocean floor after Katrina.
I remember on a few occasions, snakes, possum, raccoons, alligators, and once a gigantic sea turtle made appearances back there. There were 4 mammoth pecan trees bordering the fence .
If you attended our wedding or hung out with me between 1973 and 2004, then you likely spent some time out in the yard as well as on the black and white dance floor.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Damn, you sound like Mark Twain. "I remember on a few occasions, snakes, possum, raccoons, alligators, and once a gigantic sea turtle made appearances back there." Please. You ain't ever seen any of that sheeat, unless it's on high-def on the Discovery Channel.

possum said...

I'm saying she HAS seen that sheeat, even if it wasn't true!

possum said...

Hey, you! Regarding the e-mail you just sent me, I'm taking up for your ass against the terrible things Steven said. I'm just saying if you saw it, it might not necessarily have happened -- what with Biscuit's GANJA and all -- but that doesn't mean you didn't SEE it. Know what I'm saying?

Yoki said...

Look Possum and Steven:
I have plenty of eye witnesses who can vouch for the wildlife of which I speak. The problem is: they're not allowed to read my blog. Perhaps you should get to know the forest ranger in me.