It’s the first day of school–one of my very favorite days of the year. I got up early, polished my apple, and hopped on the Surly to meet this season’s new recruits. Three classes and a burrito later and I was back on the bike heading downtown for a stop at the gym, which today was just an excuse to lounge in the steam room. I took LaSalle rather than Freret in a vain effort to miss school pick up time traffic. (Why everyone needs to be dropped off and picked up in their own private SUVs, I’ll never understand. School buses? Bikes? Walking? We need real, safe options, people.) I stopped to snap a picture of this sign advertising Our Recovery in Progress at Evans Playground. We are coming up on the fifth anniversary of the levees breaking and the city flooding. Our recovery is still in progress, for sure. I wonder if people who don’t live in New Orleans think everything’s fine at this point. It’s not. Much has been done to rebuild, absolutely. Even in the few years I’ve been here I have seen innumerable changes. But then there are signs like this, promising rebuilding, swallowed up in the green again. I’m not sure about the status of this particular playground–behind the fence looked to be a nice field–but I was struck by the sign precisely because we should not forget, even as the green grows around us, that we are most assuredly not finished, not even close.