I moved in to my corner room on Loose 2nd Saturday, August 19 but I’m still at that point in my college life where I check my email seven times daily and cry when I read a letter from home. The thought of being here for four years is enough to make someone want to honor their eight complimentary visits to the town shrink— but I’m slowly learning that Grinnell has what I need and I’m not at all sorry I’m here.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

A Collection of Photographs from NOLA

Our accommodations at St. Luke's Episcopal Church: all 30 of us had a cot with a large foam pad to sleep on.


This house is a really typical one. It has structural damage and a "bath tub ring" at about 4 feet. The contents of this home had already been removed


The Lower Ninth Ward. This person had neighbors before the levee failed.

Jessica, Fai, Margie, and Neo in the Liplander during a rainstorm in the French Quarter. The "U" and the "P" in the Chevy Uplander looked like "LIP" at the right angle. Adam tried and failed to nickname the van "Rex."

This is the Jazz Band that played for us at the community meal. The trombone player on the end was especially passionate and I liked how the man with the clarinet wasn't wearing socks.


Fai, Erin, Anna, Rachel, and Margie at Joey T's on our last night. I had the Jambalaya.

We were not permitted to take pictures of the houses we gutted. The organization enforces this rule as a means to protect the anonymity of the homeowner.

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