The soul of New Orleans is in a trumpet in a low ceiling bar…
I lost more than my home town in Hurricane Katrina. I lost one of my heros – my uncle Jim, who died preparing his home just north of the city for the arrival of the hurricane.
Things have never been the same for me or my family. But one thing remains – a love for a city and a memory of a hero. Maybe this little clip will explain why:
The soul of New Orleans is in me…
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