I’m not from New Orleans. However typically, I get honorary standing as a result of I’ve lived and labored right here as a information reporter since 1999—and since I gave delivery to our son, Hector, the day earlier than Hurricane Katrina at Touro Infirmary, in New Orleans 20 years in the past. 

Hector wasn’t due till Sept. 11, however he got here early. I had my first labor ache at Matassa’s Market, the nook retailer on Dauphine Road on August 28, 2005. It was a scorchingly sizzling Saturday and I had stopped in to purchase popsicles. Our good friend L.J., who was at Matassa’s shopping for a pack of cigarettes, walked me dwelling and waited with me till his dad, trumpeter “Child Merv” Campbell, completed a brass-band gig that day.

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