… But the Boss sent me a note tonight, telling me he had pimped me out to the Progressive Blog Alliance. And people were actually reading my pearl drops of wisdom from The Big Easy.
Two, three, four people are reading the blog? Seriously? I am going to start posting. So I thought I should jump on the computer — after watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall, of course ($12.95 plus tax, thank you) — to actually write something, since it had been a number of hours since I last posted. (By the way: If you’ve ever vacationed in Hawaii, Sarah Marshall really is a great film. I loved seeing the Big Island. But I digress here…)
Back to the whole concept of blogging. Seriously, I don’t get it. I don’t know how people find they love to blog. I can write and write and write, but if I can’t tell if anyone reads me, what’s the point? I wonder why I’m doing it at all. So I can’t quite figure out how so many of you bloggers do it… Why? It does seem a bit thankless, at times, to me.
But since I am talking, let me talk about NOLA. I probably have a couple of blog posts in me on this topic of the city, for sure. I came back to the hotel room tonight and crashed. Had a couple of brownies in the Press Room, and I was toast. (Sorry, a big carb rush combined with old age.) I heard I missed some great reception hosted by Sen. Van de Putte, but that’s another story.
Anyway, I woke up at 10 p.m., and I went out for a meal. And it was practically impossible to do. I remember reading a blog recently where a guy from a rather snarky publication up in Dallas (okay, D Magazine) said he had been to NOLA and found no difference in the place. It was all peachy keen, business as usual, just the way he remembered it.
Seriously, where was this guy? Sure, it looks the same, but it’s not the same here. I was out on the streets, and I couldn’t find a fast food restaurant open anywhere. And I think that’s really tells the tale of this city. Sure, you can find liquor and girlie clubs and liquor down in the French Quarter, but the real story to how NOLA has recovered from Hurricane Katrina is whether you can find a McDonald’s open at 10 p.m. on a Thursday night. And you can’t. That’s just simply scary.
This place is wounded. Badly. In a session with the photogs of Katrina at conference, there was a comment about sitting in front of a scanner and hearing the calls … 29-S, 29-S… 29-S is a suicide in PD talk here. This situation devastates people.
And, yeah, it’s tough to rely on a McDonald’s to say that… although I will have more specifics to add my theory later. So where did I end up eating? Krystal’s.
No McDonald’s. No Popeye’s. No Arby’s. No local joints. They’re not open past 10 p.m. in the middle of the entertainment district. And why? The woman behind the counter of the package store at the end of the block told me it’s because they just can’t find anyone to work in this town.
It seems crazy. They can’t find enough people to work in New Orleans, one of the biggest tourism/convention capitals of this country. If it doesn’t boggle your mind, it should. Is this a city recovering? Or just in pain?
I’ll have more to say on that in another post, but let me end with this story… I was in the Exhibit Hall about the time they closed around 4 p.m. today, and I ended up at the AFT booth. And the people on duty were from Jefferson Parish. That’s the high end of NOLA, for those of you who don’t know the area. It’s where the good schools are… places like Metarie. I had a friend who was relocated to NOLA with Shell a number of years ago, and I remember she was relieved to live out in Metarie. Because it actually had a good school system. Did. Of course.
Anyway, they can’t find enough teachers to teach in Metarie now, even though voters set the starting pay at just about where a lot of Texas suburban districts are. So where is all the hype? I know, when I was at the ASCD conference here in NOLA a couple of months ago, they had a big tour that included the KIPP campus. Well, la di da. A big charter school chain is now doing so much to change the face of education in NOLA. Maybe that’s a great thing here….But the real point — the point you really need to take away from this — is that the public schools are struggling to operate in NOLA because they can’t find enough people who want to come back to this city, at this point. Maybe that’s good… if you think the schools needed reforming anyway. Maybe that’s bad. It depends on your viewpoint.
Maybe this is the time that NOLA rebuilds itself as a completely different place. But the Jefferson Parish union people tell me that one of the things that really stuck in their craw was the fact that — in the middle of all this — Aldine ISD put a sign in the middle of their neighborhood to recruit teachers.Well, I know Aldine. That doesn’t surprise me at all.Aldine — and that’s the Greenspoint area in Houston, if you’re not familiar — has a staff almost evenly split between black and white teachers. That’s a feat. That takes work. So the fact that Aldine was ready and able to take the best (and I assume black) teachers out of Jefferson Parish is no surprise to me.
So I struggle with the thought… If Austin — or any other city — was wiped off the map with a natural disaster and had to rebuild, I wonder if we would have a sense of what we wanted to return. Sure, we took the toughest students out of New Orleans — I hear a lot about the new gang wars in Houston public schools — but we also took the best doctors, the best teachers, the best… everything. One of the teachers here said that a number of teachers of the year out of Texas came out of NOLA… Whether that was district or state level, I dunno.
I don’t know if that ends this post on a profound note, but that is my thought at this hour. 29-S