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In case you missed it way back.

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Signs of progress on St. Charles Avenue

From the Times-Picayune:

"The first step in the long road to restoration for the St. Charles Avenue streetcar line is set to take place today, as transit officials bring back daily service between Canal Street and Lee Circle for the first time since Hurricane Katrina.

Scheduled for 10:30 a.m., the ceremonial trip around Robert E. Lee's statue marks the completion of the initial phase of a three-part reformation project expected to last at least another 15 months.

Under plans still being developed, the Regional Transit Authority hopes to reopen a second leg of the historic St. Charles line, between Lee Circle and Napoleon Avenue, by next summer. The final segment, which will restore service from Napoleon to the terminus on Carrollton Avenue, likely won't be finished until spring or early summer of 2008, officials said."

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B-B-B-Bushit Good!

Police actually think they can write tickets for this sort of thing?
Is this free speech? On the other hand, any lawsuit brought for "emotional distress" almost always rankles me to no end.

Hail Mary

Another appearance of the Virgin Mary! This time she has revealed herself to us in the form of chocolate drippings found beneath a vat at a chocolatier in Fountain Valley, California.

I am fascinated by the whole Virgin Mary appearing in random places phenomenon, partly because I have to wonder why she would choose to do so, and why exactly it would be categorized a miracle. I mean, is that really on par with giving a blindman sight, or not getting burned up in a fire? The other reason is that it seems that the Virgin only appears miraculously in this manner to hispanic people, and since I am hispanic, I am always on the look out personally for that time when the oil drippings below my parked car will coalesce before my eyes into her shape, signaling me to pull over, get out of the car and drop to my knees and pray, or when driving about the city, I will recognize her face in the huge piles of garbage that still litter the streets here, offering hope that one day someone will clean this crap up. Of course, if that were to happen, I suppose that pile would have to remain, as it would now become a shrine, with all the requisite flowers, candles, and weeping women showering it with glorious adulation.