by Rod Amis
New Orleans is the Lost City of America.
New Orleans has disappeared as surely as the lost city of Atlantis or the lost city of Pompeii, which former mayor Marc Morial and Senator Mary Landrieu (D-LA.) have compared us to in their statements.
That New Orleans, the New Orleans I mean to tell you about, that will never, ever, exist again--that city of love, lust, death and sex--will never exist again.
A portion of the proceeds of this book will go to the New Orleans Hospitality Workers Fund. The cooks, servers and restaurant workers of New Orleans have provided fabulous times and memories for millions. Now we must remember them in their time of need.
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/katrina-and-the-lost-city-of-new-orleans/170780Rod Amis was my daughter's friend.
Lori met Rod when the both worked at Acorn in New Orleans about a year before Katrina. They talked often and got to be friends. Rod helped to instill in Lori a love for the Crescent City.
Life is full of strange twists and turns and Lori moved on and eventually wound up living in Hampton, Virginia. She was surfing the Web one day and found the Blog of someone in Washington D.C. We lived in Maryland and Northern Virginia when Lori was young. My wife worked for Congress and we spent a lot of time in and around the capitol and Union Station. So Lori had an affection for that area as well.
The Blogger - I don't remember her name - told a story about meeting a homeless man named Rod Amis who told her that he was an author too and had several books. She really didn't believe him at first, because he seemed less than believable ... camped out in front of Union Station.
But lori knew he was - and knew that she had to find her friend Rod ... just to find him and help if she could. She called me to tell me that she was driving to D.C. to find Rod. I was concerned, not about her driving to D.C. - she often drove up there to visit friends - but because she was emotional and was possibly getting into a situation that she couldn't control or deal with. Lori's heart is sometimes bigger than her head.
It was getting pretty cold in Virginia that evening.
I told her that I was concerned. At that point she did not know how or where he was. I got the numbers for some local shelters for her and told her that I would not try to stop her from going even if I could. I knew that I couldn't... sometimes the only thing bigger than her heart is her stubborn streak (takes after her old man.)
She parked in front of Union Station. She met a homeless man who was known as "the general" I don't know how he got this title, but he apparently knew what was what around there. He was nice and when Lori asked about Rod and showed him the flyers that she had printed he told her that Rod was camped out in front of Union Station as usual.
She found Rod and he knew her immediately, though he had trouble remembering a lot of other things. It seems that had a brain disorder that affected his short term memory. They talked and she tried to convince him to go back to Virginia with her. All the while, she later discovered, the general kept putting his own money in the parking meter.
Lori finally convinced Rod and she carried him back home with her. He did it mostly to make her feel better, I think. She wanted him to sleep in the extra bed, but he slept on the floor. The next morning he was really disoriented and wanted to go back to D.C. He said he had a bus ticket to New Orleans ... he just couldn't remember when - or who he gave the ticket too. I don't know if there was ever really a ticket, but Rod was convinced, so Lori took him back.
Lori left him sitting in front of his tarp at his spot in front of Union Station. She talked to the general who apparently had a cell phone and so she called ocassionally.
It snowed that night. The next day she called the general to check on Rod. The general had offered Rod his spot at the shelter, but Rod wouldn't take it. The next day he was gone.
I may have some of the details wrong, but this is pretty much what happened. Anyway, it is Loi's story to tell, not mine.
Shortly after that Lori moved to Johnson City Virginia to go to school at East Tennessee State. She apparently talked to the general again and found out that Rod was in the hospital with pneumonia.
Yesterday the general called Lori. Rod died of cancer in hospice.
She put a link to this book on facebook. You can buy it there.
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