I had an hour this morning between work and more work, so I took the opportunity to hop on the new bike and tool around Broadmoor. Broadmoor took on a lot of water when the levees broke, and the neighborhoods in the area are only slowly coming back. Some streets have maybe one house that’s been redone on the block while other blocks look like nothing ever happened. The rebuilding here is incredibly uneven, as it is in most parts of town. So much has to be in place in order to fully commit to moving back here and to be able, financially and emotionally, to start all over. I’m always impressed by the streets with just one rebuilt house, but also sad. How does one mourn, incorporate loss and move on, when surrounded by constant physical reminders of that devastation? But people do it. I don’t understand how. I stopped and took this picture of a burned-out house near the corner of S. Tonti and 4th. I stopped because I could smell it, that slightly sour, old, woody smell of wet, burned decay. Now, I don’t know when this house burned down, but that’s the thing that struck me as I rode around today. I don’t know when these houses were abandoned. I don’t know if the many crews working on houses in the neighborhood are still doing post-Katrina repairs, or if they’re simply doing some remodeling. I wonder if I will ever ride around this place and be able to forget what happened here three and a half years ago. I bet most people who don’t live here already have.