Today’s ride took me down to the Treme for S.’s going-away brunch. It seems like people are always leaving, like New Orleans is a stop on the road to elsewhere for lots and lots of folks. It can be sad to say goodbye so often, but S. is off to bigger and better things in New York City. After brunch I ran some errands, which included getting a new seat for Rhoda after it finally broke for good outside the Auto Zone on Elysian Fields. On my ride back Uptown I took this picture of the Woodward, Wight, and Co. warehouse on Constance in the Warehouse District. I only ever ride around this part of town to get from one place to another, and I never take Constance. But road work on Magazine has pushed me over there. I’m not sure when the Warehouse District became the empty place it seems to be now, with places like this behind barbed wire and burned out inside. People surely work and live in this area, but inhabited buildings seem to hide amongst ones like this. I’m not sure what Woodward, Wight, and Co. did, but what little I could find points to sugar plantations, which would make sense. Now, I’m not sure what will become of this one. This city is full of buildings with uncertain futures. I wish that felt more like opportunity and less like blight sometimes. When I got home, I was happy to see an email from a friend of last night’s bike accident victim, replying to my craigslist posting. She has some stitches and no memory of last night’s events, but it sounds like she’s going to be ok. I’m glad she’ll get her bike back, too; we’ve got to watch out for each other, we bike riders.