Today, if you pull up a map of New Orleans, you’ll see bright green spaces. But those aren’t parks. Some of them are “ghost towns” where houses used to be, now just empty grass. The map has potholes the size of wading pools because the water broke the ground.
And yet, New Orleans is still there. It’s like the annoying friend who shows up to the party with a hole in their pants and a story about a hurricane. The map is messy, but the people are tougher. So next time you look at a map of New Orleans, remember: it’s not just a collection of streets. It’s a scar map that somehow still points to the best po-boys in the world.
Just don’t trust the part that says “Low Elevation.” That’s like labeling a fire “a bit warm.”
