Some images from the deep south.

The beginning.

The Center.

Well, the most important word made the cut.

One of the eleven FEMA parks we visited.

And another.

Two empty lots. These trailers were likely evicted.

Can you see what's at the bottom of the photo? A lot of the FEMA residents choose to have pets so they can maintain a sense of home and normal residential living.

Working.

Our liberal propaganda.

They are the sweetest kids. Although they didn't have much room to run and play in the trailer park, they didn't seem phased by this at all. They were very polite and welcoming.

My first Mississippi sunset. This used to be prime beach front property. Now it looks like nobody really discovered this area. When you're driving down the beach road you'll see scattered buildings and hotels. The state is spending a lot of money redeveloping this area. Many citizens complain though that the state is spending millions of dollars budiling casinos, while FEMA residents are suffering.

Speaking of gambling... here is our first charming, drunk, country gambler. He followed us around a bit that night.

Dinner. In Mississippi, they love two things: all you can eat buffets and casinos. And some people have a number three.. alligator sausage. emmm. I was told it tastes like fishy-chicken.

Michelle is preparing for another long day of Mississippi sun by putting on her sunblock.

Angus, on the other hand, needs a couple more z's before the work starts.
Regardless of our morning routines (I was infamous for not being able to function without my coffee), we worked hard together.

Working. In this picture, Shira and I were calling our clients back to answer questions and were also preparing a presentation for the staff attorneys about various legal issues.

The bayou. In this swampy trailer park, some folks said they sometimes see alligators.

Picture Perfect.
We had an amazing lunch at Mockingbird Cafe. This place was completely themed after "To Kill A Mockingbird." I had the Atticus=)

With every meal, we enjoyed some good ol' southern sweet-tea.
The cafe also had a really cool garden.

The group.

Another tired soul. Usually folks fell asleep on the way back to the hotel because of our long days.

May 15th, it's my birthday! We're on our way to New Orleans. There was lots of construction on the bridges because they were destroyed during Hurricane Katrina.

New Orleans, the French Quarters.


Birthday dinner.


No thanks. I like my food cooked.

But, I loved my birthday bread-pudding. New Orleans has THE best bread-pudding. It simply melts in your mouth.

...and then there was Bourbon St.- the street of ultimate debauchery. Or as someone else put it, "the gates of hell."

The church at nighttime. It was beautiful.


Last day in Mississippi. It's been a long and intense trip, and Shira is excited to go home.

Peace out Mississippi. And God bless you.