I had not thought of it this way until now, that each day after the 29th marks a particular movement through this history until 7 days hence when I escaped New Orleans.
So, I hope to post “memories” or a “memory” from each day. There were no good days, no art, no music, birds, safe laughter. But some days there were happenings which did not rise to the level of trauma. This day is a nightmare.
Please forgive me for this truly gruesome tale.
Editilla told part of this story here on two occasions but on the Ladder last night he vividly describes what New Orleans was like after it’s descent into anarchy. I know how he feels about Katrina being only the start though I thank God it wasn’t nearly as bad on the Mississippi coast.
She (Editilla’s dog Flora) has to go outside, and frankly so should I, but the dog just won’t do it in the building for obvious memories of Hell House Training. It is around 9 pm and I know she’s got to go.
We don’t want to go out because of the total darkness, where it was not the procedure to shine your flashlight as that would announce your presence to whoever might be ahead.
You had to be Very Quiet at night. It is hard for me to describe such an awareness of the quickness of death. I had already seen 3 people killed all by gunfire……….. Continue reading “Editilla tells his story on the Ladder”