Ain't no Hubigs Here No More / September 2012
Yours Truly in a Swamp
|A Rainy night in New Orleans Photo credit, Roy Gust, Jr.|
"The fallen Vatican of New Orleans' lust for salt, fat, and sugar," said a woman swinging on her rue Dauphin front-gallery.
"Our diet's 'Holy Trinity'," L. A. Norma laughed, "more'n onions, parsley and peppers," the ubiquitous mirepoix of Louisiana cooking.
It opens in a time just after The Storm: Big John Goodman's character (angry Tulane English professor) speaks a resonating line for sex-abused Catholic Louisiana, "Cool as a cucumber up an archbishop's ass!" He is waxing on the importance of The City Bush's FEMA Forgot, standing on the River Front levee talking to dry-land reporters, "Since when don't great nations rebuild their great cities?" Goodman asks the man from N. P. R.
"Since Atlantis!" Norma said, blowing Camel Cigarette smoke at the t.v. screen.
Later, Goodman is served a Hubigs Pie by a dessert-challenged Susan Spicer-ly chef struggling to reopen in those numbing days after Katrina.
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Hurricane Isaac was coming to the Katrina Day party, coming right up the Mississippi River. Seven years after Katrina, to the day!
"God has a sense of irony," I said to Norma.
"Na, some sheik in Arabia's directing our weather with a joy stick one of our intelligence agents gave him so he'd be armed enough to make war with us."
Norma is a follower of the late night radio show, Coast to Coast. She thinks the United States is following George Orwell's 1984 -- a book where politicians compete for power preaching fear and war.
"We've become a warlord nation," she said, "teaching violence to our kids and claiming The Constitution protects their right to carry military assault weapons.
"What's next, personal drones to drop little bombs on our neighbors?"
The t. v. said trains had stopped running and the airport had closed. All roads were open, but we don't drive and don't like the cramped Greyhound Bus, which the t. v. just updated to closed, too.
Governor Bobby Jindal came on the screen. He talked for a long time, listing each and every sand bag in the state. "Ain't no president goin'a make a Kathleen Blanco out of Lapdog," Norma giggled.
We turnd out the lights and watched the rain through the open dormer. Norma's cigarette smoke followed the wind out the window and mixed on the ground with the smells of booze, pinewood, and maybe a lost crumb from a Hubigs' pie.
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photo credit: Maureen Brennan