TheBisch

Good Morning America, how are ya?

Here I am in the City of New Orleans… helping one of my best customers restore his businesses. I always enjoy working for this customer, something about his attitude about the whole process, and of course, the fact that by now he’s a friend. Additionally, I’m staying right in the heart of New Orleans, next to the Superdome, at Le Pavillon, a very nice five-star hotel. They say this place is haunted… According to local lore, at least one young woman bedecked in jewelry and gown does indeed drift around the hotel with her male companion, while another female entity that seems to enjoy the finer things in life (and death) likes to linger at the lobby bar—a gorgeous antique made of tiger oak—near the baby grand piano. Meanwhile, a girl in velvet-strapped shoes also reputedly appears on the ninth floor from time to time. I haven’t seen any of these ghosts… too bad, and so close to Halloween too. If you visit the website, you’ll also find out why they serve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk every night. That’s been a nice treat too.

The destruction here is not as easily evident that it was on the TV news. You can see where trees have been cut down, I’ve seen a movie theater ripped open like a tin can, cars that were looted, cars that were flooded, and there’s been a run on blue tarp. It’s on rooftops everywhere. Another thing you can easily tell is where the electrical grids start and stop. I’ve drove through various sections of town that have no electricity still. I hear theres still some flooding, but I haven’t seen any.

The only part of this trip that has me pissed off is that yesterday, while working in one of my customers stores, somebody stole my cell phone. I had set it down, in the back office to do some work, and when I came back, it was gone. Of course, none of the employees working there had any idea of where it is or what happened to it. So I’ve reported my cell phone stolen. Geez, you can’t trust anybody anymore. I have no idea how to function without my cellphone. I talk on it all the time. Worst of all, all my phone numbers are in my cell phone. If I had your phone number, I now no longer have it. I had no paper backup or electronic backup of the numbers in my cell phone. So, if you want me to ever call you again, you’ll need to email me your phone numbers.

Ugh, I’m so glad this is the final trip. At least the jacuzzi tub was nice last night on my poor tired legs and feet.

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