Celebration is something that I thought would be difficult in New Orleans – even almost nine months after Hurricane Katrina. The neighborhoods through which we have driven this week look like they belong in a war-torn nation – the entire interior of houses blown out, streets caked in dirt and debris, collapsed roofs, the overwhelming stench of mold in some places, and a sense of eeriness driving through completely abandoned neighborhoods.
In the midst of working to sort through the 100,000 books and magazines to prepare them for organizations, we have had a few chances to deliver books to local schools and programs. (Normally, local programs come to the warehouse to pick up books.) This morning we went to Bunche Middle School just outside of New Orleans.