
I assumed there would be no ratchetness on the Lakeview bus, but I actually came across two riding stock characters, a riding snacker and the never-before-mentioned riding rambler, who speaks loudly on the phone for the entirety of the ride, a couple who might be transient youth and suburban kids blasting rap music from their cars. Also ratchet: Bugs. Lots of them...
The East is coming back and it's pretty close to what I remember. Ah, the East. Aside from having to live with my Mom's emotionally abusive first cousin and his even more emotionally abusive wife from October 2002-May 2003, after my Mom died and my Paw Paw took ill (He died in February 2003.), I have nothing but fond memories there: shopping at the Plaza as a kid and boy-watching there as a teenager, visiting family and friends of the family since practically every 7th Ward household engaged in the New Orleans East exodus and doing suburban family things like going to Denny's and Wal-Mart without having to go to Metairie, Kenner or the Westbank.
From what I gathered on this bus adventure, the majority of the East is back and there's not much blight — except for businesses. There were so many abandoned businesses and overgrown lots where businesses once stood. And it wasn't Mom and Pop places — these were strip malls, schools and other businesses that, if I had to assume, have the means to rebuild.
The fact that the Lake Forest bus was "oh-my-God-is-someone-else's-sweat-dripping-down-back," "please-mister-bus-driver-don't-make-a-sharp-turn-because-I-don't-want-to-fall-out-of-the-back-door" packed not only illustrates the rebounding population of the East but provides quite a few quotable moments...
The second accompanied installment of Public Transit Tuesdays brings us from City Park to Audubon Zoo on the Leonidas bus, passing through Hollygrove, Pigeon Town and Gert Town, proving to be a fine continuation of my Uptown education which began years ago when I was a student at Lusher Extension. This bus adventure opens with difficult questions: How do you pronounce "Leonidas" anyway? What are the boundaries of these neighborhoods? Good thing my bus buddy and best friend Jenny who was raised in all three neighborhoods was there to help answer them...

Other than Mosca's Restaurant, the Avondale Shipyard and Dollar World, I had absolutely no clue what I'd come across while riding the Avondale bus. Turns out I'd try a new snoball flavor, dine at a strange restaurant, meet a local rapper's father, do some impulse thrifting and more...
Originally, I wanted to wait until after my dental splint was removed to ride the St. Bernard Avenue buses so I could enjoy all of the food along the route, but after polling Facebookers, it was decided that I'd ride them today. Since the St. Bernard Avenue buses pass through my neighborhood and I ride them almost daily, I had the bright idea to give readers a tour of the 7th Ward in addition to the usual Public Transit Tuesday coverage. Big mistake. Not just because I couldn't eat anything, but because it was so hot outside that I really felt like I was going to pass out...
Back in April, I mentioned how I have always been unusually taken with St. Bernard Parish. I neglected to say that I've also been unusually taken with the 9th Ward and have been for my entire life, or as Bunny Matthews writes, "before it was hip." You should also know that unless I am forced to, I refuse to call any area in the 9th Ward "Bywater" or "Marigny" because that sounds very post-Katrina-I'm-not-from-here-I-just-came-here-to-be-cool-and-follow-my-dreams-I-also-have-a-guitar-and-I-can-play-a-chord-on-it-would-you-like-to-hear-about-all-of-the-volunteer-work-I-do to me and that infuriates me. Hearing and seeing these neighborhoods referred to as "The Bywater" and "The Marigny" infuriates me even more. That is definitely post-Katrina-I'm-not-from-here-I-just-came-here-to-be-cool-and-follow-my-dreams-I-also-have-a-guitar-and-I-can-play-a-chord-on-it-would-you-like-to-hear-about-all-of-the-volunteer-work-I-do.
Of course, not every new 9th Ward resident is like that. I'm sure many came to New Orleans and found the post-Katrina 9th Ward to be a place abuzz with art, music, food and American entrepreneurship...

For the first time in Public Transit Tuesday history, I had a buddy ride with me. Rachel Heiligman of Transport for NOLA accompanied me on the Algiers Ferry and Algiers Local bus, and it was great to finally have some company—not just because I'm sick of people bothering me when I eat alone, but because someone was there to go through the drama with me, helping me to remember that I'm not crazy...

Riding the Tulane bus is like putting in extra hours at work so you can enjoy your vacation: It sucks at the time and you sometimes wonder what you were thinking, but in the end, the reward is worth it...
