First I couldn't get the song "The Saints are Coming" out of my head. I thought it was U2 and...somebody. (My brother-in-law, the biggest U2 fan in the world, would be aghast to know this. He actually chased Bono through an airport in Ethiopia once, waving his passport to look like like a press pass so he could get close to him. He wound up with the gift of Bono's glasses, which are custom made for him. That's not the only time he's chased and met him either; once he snuck into some kind of EU session in Brussels to get to him.)
Then I realized I didn't know what the hell they were saying in the song, so I googled it to find the lyrics. I ended up in the wikipedia entry for the song, originally sung by a Scottish punk group called The Skids. Never been into punk, wouldn't have known that, understandable.
But. Because I was traveling around the time this happened, I guess, I missed the huge news about the reopening of the Superdome in New Orleans for the first time since Hurricane Katrina and U2 and Green Day playing the song together live before the Saints game there. I didn't know they were giving the proceeds to Hurricane Katrina charities. And I never saw until today the video that depicted the redeployment of troops from Iraq to New Orleans to help the victims. If only.
It made me wonder how residents of the Lower Ninth Ward are getting by, and what the U.S. government is doing to help long after the spotlight has moved elsewhere. If you go to youtube, you can see plenty of firsthand footage of people driving through the area. I'm going to track down the documentary "When the Levees Broke." A friend from New Orleans said I really need to see it.
D. used to ask me how the social net works in the U.S. What if you get really sick? What if you lose your job? In Denmark, if you lose your job and you have a dog, the government makes sure that you have money to cover the cost of dog food.
Something to think about. Ho ho ho.