Survivor: New Orleans

Chris Rose's column from earlier this week about how they should have done Survivor: New Orleans cracked me up. My favorite part:

"They could have one tribe live in a pothole, one in a tent under the interstate, one in a FEMA trailer (it goes without saying that it has no utilities) and one in what remains of Fats Domino's house down in the Lower 9th and let them try to survive the tangle of living options and deprivations that we have come to know as routine.

Or even better yet, one of the tribes could be embedded with Uncle Sal and Aunt Judy in their two-bedroom rambler in River Ridge, along with Sal's two grown sons and Judy's ex, C.J., and his fourth wife Tina and their two kids and four dogs, Sal's nephew Gerald and his family of six and Gerald's son Tony's parrain, Sid, and his boyfriend Jeff and their two cats -- and then they will know what "surviving" means in the post-Katrina landscape."

Chris Rose can always be relied upon to bring us news of the important things in today's Post-K landscape, such as sightings of the Uptown car-eating pothole in its natural habitat (with which I also have a slight morbid fascination). Got to be on the lookout for those car eating potholes. The one in the column is on Calhoun and has an appliance-- either a dishwasher, washer, or dryer-- in the bottom of it. They seem to have filled in our friendly neighborhood pothole on Jefferson. I say friendly because it had a polite hand-painted sign on the neutral ground next to it. It was that kind of pothole.

Tags: Katrina, post-katrina, new orleans, car eating potholes