ALSO today, the day I fly back home to begin my time there as a Relief Worker, just so happens to be August 29th, THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARYOF HURRICAINE KATRINA.

Hmmm A little weird no?

One year later, one year to the day, that the storm hit and the levees broke loose. And so did all hell. And thats the day I am flying home to my busted city to pitch in my 2 cents in the relief effort that has been unfolding ever since that fateful day.

I would have liked to have returned home earlier, to help out earlier. Maybe it took a year for it to soak in how much help that place really needs. How much New Orleans needs me, anybody, everybody. Perhaps. But perhaps its a small blessing that its taken me a year to get there? Maybe its better to wait out the original flood of attention and then go down. Show up when people feel they may just may have been forgotten, which to a certain degree is what has happened.

BUT THEN AGAIN, ANYTIME IS A GOOD TIME TO VOLUNTEER. NO?

Well, what tha hell? Im on a plane now. So I guess, NOW is my time.