The weather was lovely this morning so i got up early and took a nice long bike ride. A couple of days ago I drove out Canal with the baby sis in tow, looking for Lake Pontchartrain. I ended up in Old Metairie after taking a left, so today I decided to ride out Canal to see where I would have ended up if I’d taken that right. Riding a bike puts you on the street in a way driving just can’t, which means you get to see things you ordinarily wouldn’t notice. I stopped at the Charity Hospital Cemetery when I saw a sign for the New Orleans Katrina Memorial. If a memorial marks remembrance, this place is full of memorials. Every house with the tell-tale X is a reminder of what this place has been through, just like all the streets with abandoned houses and all the construction underway in the name of rebuilding and all the empty lots and blank foundations. I couldn’t quite figure out what was the memorial here, but I think these mausoleums hold the remains of those who were lost and remain unidentified from the levee breaches after Katrina. The human cost of that tragedy is hard to fathom, and the ripples continue to flow. For example, Charity Hospital Cemetery might be here, but Charity Hospital itself is lost, and the feds still haven’t said how much they’re fronting to rebuild. Yes, we memorialize and remember something that in many ways continues to happen.