Tonight on my way home to my friend Jean's house I walked by a very sad little pile of rags on the sidewalk. It was obviously the remnants of a homeless persons possessions. There was a pen and a tattered notebook with pictures scrawled on the pages. It was a very sad thing to imagine the person who had been there huddled under rags as the drizzle came down early today. I felt profound gratitude for all of the blessings God has given me. Family, friends and a job I can handle even with my various difficulties :-) I always am full, never hungry or cold. I have a nice cozy blanket in a warm room here in the city and when I'm at home. Really, life is good. Thank you Lord and thank you family and friends. |
I didn't make our local Tea Party , but it pulled hundreds of people as well... Tea, anyone? from Father Hollywood by Father Hollywood Like hundreds of thousands of other Americans, the Hollywoods enjoyed a tea party this past Wednesday. "Tea party" (wink wink). Nothing subversive about sipping a little Darjeeling, eh wot? Nothing to see here, Miss Napolitano. Anyway, our local festivities were held at Veterans Memorial Boulevard in Metairie. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the neutral ground (though on that day, the ground was anything but...), as cars and trucks poured by the busy boulevard laing on their horns in support. Here are pictures. And like every such gathering in our environs, there was even a brass band and an improptu "second line" parade. It was a "party" after all. But it was a party with a serious reason. The crowds were so overwhelming that it was hard to hear the speakers, and unfortunately, we did have a fe...
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