An Unconventional Horror

After leaving the restaurant, I found myself in front of the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center -- one of the many city landmarks made synonymous with pandemonium after Katrina landed ashore. It dawned on me that I was probably standing in the same spot where someone cried for help or, God forbid, took their last breath. Pushing that thought out of my mind, I continued en route to the Riverfront as it started raining again, putting a damper on the rest of my day. (Inclement weather also forced a 24-hour delay of the Endymion parade.)