…for those displaced, lost or hurt by Hurricane Katrina.

Though I’ve never been to Mississippi, I did visit New Orleans in December of 2003.

Neon. Liquor. Jazz. Transvestites. Good times. New Orleans had it all, and wrapped within a metropolis, the French Quarter dealt out everything your mother warned you against. Almost two years later, my liver still isn’t quite right.

Eventually, I expect New Orleans to rise again. Certainly, she’ll look different. A new take on an old masterpiece. Buildings tumble, foundations crack, but what makes a city is culture and history. New Orleans has a rich legacy of both.

Hell yeah, I’ll go back. In a heartbeat.