My parents are here for an absurdly short visit. Yesterday I gave them the Mandatory Misery Tour. First we drove to Lakeview. Then to Gentilly. Took a gander at a breach on the London Avenue Canal.
Then we headed down to the Lower Nine.
Wow. I’m still blown away every time I go there. It’s absolutely heartbreaking.
My parents are here to do some volunteer work for a local church. This morning Mom & Dad got up at 4 a.m. to serve breakfast to a hundred-odd people who then in turn went out to gut houses. My parents will also serve them dinner when they get back. Tomorrow they do the same thing, and Wednesday they go home. It seems silly to drive 1700 miles roundtrip and only stay two full days, but they’re older and wiser than me. I’m very glad they’ve come to help.
I guess they’ve reached the point of caring more about the journey than the destination, and really meaning it. It’s cool that they came down to do that.
B,
Let me know when I can come over and talk theology with your mom!