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Old Man River February 26, 2008
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New Orleans is a fascinating city by day or night. It is mighty quiet in late February, after the Mardi Gras scene has played out. Not being much of a city person, that is fine by me. We have roved the historic streets and cemeteries, and enjoyed the river from a thousand angles. I can't seem to get enough of this river.

The Mississippi, Old Man River, has captured a thousand hearts and minds before mine. Songs and stories have been filled with the feats of this, the life-blood of our geographic nation. One moment I want to celebrate it, and the next, I find myself nearly moved to tears by our utter disrespect for it. Disrespect of not only it powers, witnessed by the aftermath of Katrina and the subsequent flooding, but also the disrespect of its shores, delta, and water within.

The Mississippi flows brown with silt and soil. Trash gathers on the shores, where I have witnessed White Ibis, picking through garbage for a living like some sullied street-person. Lesser Scaup, valiantly ride the waves backward, down the mile-wide wonder, taking their place with flotsam and jetsam on the journey of their lives. As sad as the "Old Man" has become, it is still more majestic than one can imagine, and larger in real life. It should be restored, protected, and conserved as if it is the fight for our life; we may one day realize the mighty Mississippi is the life-blood for much of our nation. Good night, New Orleans...

2008-02-27 04:38:01 GMT
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