St. Bernard Parish : The Idiot’s Guide to Disaster Relief
Rich Weinroth
When the Goddesses later told me I’d done a good job on my hush puppies, I was so proud because I thought those broads really had good taste. I was famous under the dome. All of a sudden I wasn’t the lowest guy on the totem pole any longer, but that’s alright. I think I’ll stay a few more days.
photo by Katherine Pangaro
When I first arrived, I got a parking permit for three days, planning to volunteer only briefly. I was planning to leave any day. But on the third day of my stay, I’d sat down to lunch with an 80 year old gentleman who’d lived in Southern Louisiana his entire life. I’d cooked, cleaned and served the food, but meeting the residents would become one of the best parts about the gig. I offered a cup of coffee, and he politely told me he’d reached his limit.
Thank you. And thanks for coming down to give us a hand.
And he burst into tears.
His family name was Buras...
I stayed more than just the originally planned 3 days...
By the twentieth circle....and many months later...
Circle?
I’m Richard, and I should be here at least another day or two...I work in the kitchen with the Goddesses....If you’d like to help out by playing with knives and fire and making a mess...come on down....I love...well, honestly....only some of you. But I always will.
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