lower ninth

As winter casts grey clouds over the landscapes of New England I am preparing my escape, packing my belongings into boxes, cutting the rigging of my safety nets, and falling into the arms of the universe. I have been selling and giving away much of what I own. Ebay, Craigslist and Freecycle have connected me to strangers in local and distant places, who now own what was once mine. Every day I feel a little lighter, and soon I will be taking a train south to New Orleans into an unknown future, following the whims of my heart. Down deep into the Lower Ninth, to help those who have lost more than...


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