Last night, as I was driving home from a long, long day at work to make dinner for D. (who very sweetly picked up groceries and did all sorts of handy sous chef-type things), I blearily made my way down Louisiana Avenue, where much to my surprise (sarcasm), I saw a bevy of flashing red and blue lights.
I cut down Daneel (not the safest place after dark, unless you are in a locked car that is speeding over the potholes), and finally pulled up in front of our own humble abode. As I stepped out of my car, I was nearly run over by yet ANOTHER cop. As I looked down the street where we live towards Louisiana, I counted at least 10 police vehicles on Louisiana. Later in the evening, we learned WHAT all the hullabaloo was about:
I take the strong police response as a good sign. Louisiana Ave. is widely acknowledged (okay, well, locally) as the dividing line between Central City (where the civil war/drug battles rage) and uptown New Orleans. I love that the cops made such a powerful statement that they are NOT going to allow Central City to creep outwards.
I also love that college football begins tonight (there are FORTY games on TV between now and Monday) and that I have discovered a great recipe for low-fat blue cheese dip and boneless buffalo wings.
Geaux Saints, and sorry, LSU fans...I'm kinda pulling for Sylvester Croom to keep his job tonight!