Johnny White’s Community Center
So Xeni pointed to this great article on the French Quarter community center that has grown up at a place called Johnny White’s.
Hah! I thought, what a small world we live in. It was there that my first girlfriend (my original love), both of us sufficiently lubricated, told me she loved me. Ah - what a sweet drunk memory.
So it gladdened my heart to hear that the place survived and that it’s propsering as a place for humanity to remain in tact.
Apparently there’s a guy there who bought a generator in preparation for the storm, yet he won’t turn it on - in fear of ‘what might happen’. I read about murder and rape and all I can think about is my girlfriend, who was murdered and raped two years later in Brooklyn.
Mob control and anarchy - the foundation of our urban society.