A personal chronicle of Hurricane Katrina
Oh,how I miss the po boys and the snowballs from Oak St.The little things in life are gone and will never return.
ah god, I've been craving a po boy for weeks now...-jenne
there is always something special abt your photos.
The photo makes me speechless. I don't know how these people will rebuild their lives, but I pray for good to come out of this. I am a midwesterner...what's a po boy??D
If it's got shrimp in it, maybe the best damn sandwich there ever was.
I remember the hamburgers they used to sell here. It was actually owned by a guy that my dad called "Wimpy." As in the Popeye character. My grandmother's beautiful victorian house is now replaced by a one-bedroom FEMA trailer. What little charm Pearlington had has been washed down the Pearl River...
OH GOD, WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO DRIVE DOWN CHEF HWY TO "WE NEVER CLOSE" AND ORDER A HOT SAUSAGE PO BOY AT THIS TIME. HOME WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!
Oh, I would love to have a po boy right now. After this whole mess I moved to Mass. I have to say there is no other place in the world like New Orleans. I want to move back home so bad it hurts. When your born in New Orleans you "LOVE" New Orleans. So someone please send me a roastbeef dressed with lots of BLUE PLATE on it.
I hear ya' Nikki, I'm in Williamsboring, I mean Williamsburg, Va, and what I wouldn't do for good ol' poboy and some of my mama's cajun cookin'!
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