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Taking the city bus to the 9th Ward is a ride into another New Orleans. People there are waiting.
Most city blocks have a few houses, but there are many blocks of prairie. On one of those city blocks were 4 houses, one occupied, the other four without windows, doors and walls (drywall) . In one of those empty houses without windows and doors sat a man on a folding chair, in the middle of the front room. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. As I passed he noticed me. He was just sitting there. Waiting. I thought, this is a ghost. Or, maybe he was real, and was just hanging on to a life that went away suddenly.
The 9th Ward is quiet, like graveyard quiet. Folks that I did make eye contact with, looked extremely pissed off. No response to a Arlington Foley friendly wave. The tour buses going through Bradville, (15 houses) seemed very unnecessary. I had lunch at a gas station. The gas station was the only functioning business for blocks. They had a deli counter that sells sandwiches and fried chicken. Fried chicken that would have made Miss Marilyn grin. I ordered the catfish instead. Because it took 15 minutes to cook the frozen fish, I was able to hangout at this neighborhood hub.
Customers bought gas and lottery. This ward has no public schools open.