Hurricane Volunteer NOLA

I tried unsuccessfully (I might add) to write this blog in New Orleans where I have been hiding recently (two weeks) as an unpaid volunteer wiring houses for future single parent and girl child in St Roch in the 9th ward. At the time I had just been contacted for a research project about a 1881/1882 hanging in New Mexico which coincides well with the timeline of the bio on Zeke Cortez I have been engaged in for the last 12 years even if my acquisitions editor at University New Mexico Press has just been fired on economic grounds not on competence grounds. One of the hanged is named Espinosa and that fits my biography history to a high degree of coincidence. Anyway thats what was intended to be in the blog but now I am back in New Mexico it almost seems redundant. Still tired from the 24 hour ride on a greyhound bus leaving nola in the middle of a tornado and almost killing or succeeding in maiming a drunken woman standing in the road as we entered the downtown area (arena) on the way home here to Albuquerque yesterday afternoon. Got a lot taken care of today and will sleep like a log tonite. A'men!