All the Pez dispensers have found homes around my apartment now. Some hidden, some visible, some stalking you......
Anyway, while I was setting them up, I found an old set of pictures (yes, my camera uses film. it's not one of those new-fangled digital cameras) from my first two years at college, including some from that wild Spring Break trip to New Orleans. Ah, the memories.....so much booze, so many women.....I have never slept in a room with that many people before or since......
Now that at least some of you have the wrong idea about that trip, it was actually the spring break after Hurricane Katrina. I went down with a bunch of people from Cru (I know, they're Salt's mortal enemies, but they do do some good things every once in a while) to help clear some of the debris. We were gutting houses (and one convenience shop--hence the booze) in the 9th Ward--the poorest part of New Orleans. We stayed in a warehouse on cots that were so close together, if you rolled over, you rolled onto your neighbor--why there were so many people sleeping in the same room, all men in that room. It was a good week, and I'm glad I went. I'll always have some good memories--and some painful ones, as well.
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