I went to a Catholic high school in New Orleans. Of course, I graduated half a lifetime ago, but those memories stick with me and I still feel proud that I went through Brother Martin High. It was a tough school. About the only tougher school in the city was Jesuit, and you just can’t compete against a school that requires four years of Latin from its students. Seriously, the Jesuits are on a different level.
When Katrina hit, it was pretty easy to pick out my school, swamped with the rest of Gentilly in ten feet of water. That image became part of the sadness at seeing my hometown become part of the swamp. However, there’s good news. It seems the school has temporarily relocated itself in Baton Rogue and has started classes. (The website is hosted on a Cox subscriber’s website, leaving me to believe the webserver is also under a couple feet of water.)
Nice to see the alma mater back in action again. One bright spot in all this mess.
Now, if Rita would kindly move her ass back out into the Atlantic, I could breathe even easier.
