You know it’s been hard. I know it’s been hard. I’d like to go to this place and sit in the plaza at St. Francis of Assisi and have a word with the universe. Enough is enough.
A lot of us in this house are having a tough time recovering… on a weekly basis. They say that we in New Orleans are resilient. We in New Orleans have come to hate that word. I don’t want resilience. I want something else. Something better.
Then I read about Hody Childress, a farmer from Geraldine, Alabama. For the last twenty years or so he dropped off a one hundred dollar bill every month to the local pharmacy to be used for those who couldn’t afford their medications. He made sure the pharmacy never told any one.
Mr. Childress passed a few weeks ago, so the pharmacy decided to spill the beans. I read the story in the Washington Post.
“Having done which is pleasing, silence.” — Bhartrahari