the saints are back

This is an incredibly long post that takes 3 days to read and I typed it cause I'm too tired to hand write this all in my journal.

Yesterday I found myself standing in a crowd of New Orleaners, the closest thing I think I'll ever experience to Mardi Gras. We were packed tight outside the Superdome. The people (not just the megafans) were all dressed in gold, black, and white. The skyscraper hotels surrounded us and the Superdome hovered over us and the Goo Goo Dolls sang an oddly fitting tonight's the night the world begins again... The sky was so clear for a New Orleans afternoon and planes flew by with advertisements. The crowd was so noisy, everyone chit chatting and cheering when the camaras flew over our heads. Ok, I'm not a New Orleaner, but in the past few months, I've grown attached. And I have to admit it was kind of emotional. It felt like a giant family reunion, people were meeting up with people and acting like they hadn't seen them for a year, and I think they might not have. Everyone was so extatic, waiting for the big sheet to drop from the front entry and the dome to officially reopen, like we were waiting for Christmas morning. It was so contagious. Even the Falcons fans were wild. And they were just chitchatting away with the Saints fans. Everyone was family. It truly was one of the greatest feelings. And I know I'm painting this scene all pretty and I'm not going into detail about the skyscraper office building to our right still vacant with the windows still blown out. And I wasn't forgetting good old St. Bernard where I spent a couple months... which is still mostly unlivable. I'm still on a high from the night the world saw New Orleans begin again.

Got up around 5:30 yesterday morning to get to the Good Morning America show. I was always one of those Today show people so I didn't really know who Robin Roberts was except for that I recognized her. We got to hang out with her for a couple hours. She is originally from the gulf and her home was also damaged in Katrina. She really seemed to be an amazing lady and she was hilarious... alittle too spunky for 6 am. She said goodmorning and introduced us to America. We stood there and smiled. It was pretty cool to watch the news going on in New York and then it would flip to us and hey, I'm on national television!

We hung out awhile on the field. People took naps and read. I just laid there and looked around, in shock. The Goo Goo Dolls walked past me. Important ESPN hosts I don't know walked past me. And word was that daddy George Bush was in the house somewhere. Woody Paige (who I also don't know) asked us to come over while he was making a fool of himself on ESPN. We just stood there and cheered whenever he'd turn around and tell us to cheer.

We practiced the pre-game show one last time and watched U2 and Greenday perform in our private little venue for the 6th time or so. I was still in major shock.

I went and sat on the player's benches on the sideline. Soon, a few men began doing laps around the field. We learned that these were the head coach and assistant coaches of the Falcons. And then the Saints players came out and practiced. I sat on their team bench and just a few feet down sat a sweaty, stinky professional football player. And Reggie Bush, who everyone thinks is God, sprinted by. More famous retired football players began standing around and the guys in our group began drooling. I began to assume anyone not in an Americorps uniform or carrying a camara was famous.

My friend Cara and I went to go stand in the mass of people to watch the concerts outside. We met Mr. Clean on the way back and got free tshirts. Could this day get any better?

Got inside just in time for the countdown to the official oppening. Everybody inside the dome paused from the work to watch the clock tick down and we all cheered like New Years and watched the big screen as confetti came down on all the people outside and a giant sheet dropped from the entryway welcoming everyone home. A military procession led the way through the doors and soon they were coming down to the field. They all stopped where we were standing and for a minute I felt like we were all in this together. Americorps was all standing in a line in respect and I realized some of us were wearing the same BDU pants... police, coast guard, army, marines, firemen whatever else... except when Governor Kathleen Blanco walked right by us and greeted all of them, my ego was shot just alittle. I don't know if she noticed the sea of grey standing just behind her, those people who have also been in her state, voluntarily, this entire time.

Before we knew it, it was show time. We gathered in the tunnel next to our pieces of the stage. I heard a bunch of commotion and people yelling to clear the way. I jumped to the side and some important men in suits pushed by me. And there he was... George HW Bush himself... The kid next to me quickly handed me his camara and told me to take a picture of him and Bush. I forgot to. Instead, I saw my right hand reach out and touch his jacket. It did it on its own. Instead of going in for a nice friendly handshake, I feel like I accosted our ex-president. I don't even remember his face. All I remember is how soft his blue jacket felt... like felt. I'm glad his little secret service guys didn't have an issue with me feeling him.

I got back to my position and decided to make small talk with one of the roadies, the one I thought was the Edge when I first saw him but then realized looked nothing like him. His name was Stewart Morgan. He was such a friendly guy. He told me he's been with U2 since 92 and was with Sinead (sp?) Oconner and some other huge bands before that. He spoke with a beautiful Irish accent and I got a kick out of this other guy who asked where he was from and then proceeded to ask, "so how long have you been in the states?" as if a major music group could not possibly still be making it big and keeping their roots in anything but the US. Stewart replied, "two days, actually." It turns out Stewart is somewhat of a legend because he is the only person to ever perform as a part of U2 and not be one of the original 4. There was one show where the bassist was hungover and Stewart had to fill in.

Our conversation was cutoff because it was go time. We quickly pushed those carts onto the field and I stepped back and looked up. Thousands of people were looking down on us. I stood in the middle of the fleur de li (however you spell it) symbol in the middle of the field and spun in a circle. The only chance I'll ever get to feel that kind of rush. Then I quickly found my position in front of the stage and enjoyed an incredible show with U2, Greenday, and the local band Rebirth blasting on us from all sides. Bono spit on me. Billie Joe threw his pick at us and almost hit me and I couldn't crouch down to pick it up off the ground before someone else pushed their way in. It was wild. Unbelievable.

After the show, we grabbed our spots and pushed the stage to the side as the Saints ran out of their tunnel. I stood just off to the side and watched as they ran past me. Then, it was over. I looked around one last time and then helped rush the stage back into the tunnel and out the doors of the Superdome.

We parked them next door in the arena and were told the gates were now closed to us. Find another way to watch the game. I saw some of my teammates and we began running straight back toward the door we came out of. We flashed our badges at suspicious faces but otherwise just looked like we knew exactly what we were doing.

Security, we just casually walked through. Though our badges said pre-game field crew only, they didn't notice. We took a quick turn down a back hallway where someone had scouted out earlier and found a stairway to the stands. We began stripping off our Americorps tshirts and had normal clothes underneath. And as I was doing this, a golf cart comes around the corner. It's daddy Bush again and he's whizzing past us as we're sneaking into a professional football game. We saluted him and I fluttered my fingers in an I'm so innocent sort of way. He smiled and waved. Wow, what tight security with a president right there…

We were told by some cops a few times to move from our standing positions because we couldn't find a single open seat in the house. We prepared our stories for why we didn’t have tickets. My job was just to smile and nod because I can’t lie. But then I realized this whole event was a lie, I just didn’t have to speak it. I felt alittle guilty. We moved around most of the first half and eventually found a spot for all the other people who snuck in. Everyone was so drunk and wild and the cops walked by at one point with a man in handcuffs and I figured that was my sign to get out of there, but everyone else stayed and I figured if they caught us, atleast I'd be a part of a fun mini riot. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I'm too innocent for this kind of stuff.

But, it was worth it. The game was incredible and the Saints won it, I believe fair and square. People will talk about it being rigged. I bet they weren't there. People will talk about the team being stacked full of handpicked people. I know nothing about football but what I saw was a team that belongs to an incredible city and no matter who they are, they were heroes to this town last night. It was so much more than just a football game and people might not agree, but the feel in this city says otherwise.

i think one of the best days of my life...

I don't want to sound like one of those pathetic, awkward, stalking fans who go see their favorite bands perform and "stumble" (stalk) across the lead singer, shake his hand, and then proclaim "I just shook Bono's hand! And I'm not going to wash it ever again!"

But I really did shake Bono's hand today and I think my hand is actually turning into gold... and I don't think I'll wash it either.

The gold look is possibly half because of the bronzer that's in my lotion and part bruise that is beginning to spread across the palm of my right hand. And the bruise is pretty darn cool because it is from moving U2 and Greenday's stage all day across the field of the New Orleans Superdome. And when I saw my chance, I really did walk right up to Bono and say, "Can I... just... say hi to you?" I don't know what kind of question that is. "Hi," I said. And then I mumbled something stupid that he's heard a thousand times, "thankyou so much for what you do." And he looked at me with this pathetic pity (because I probably looked like I was about to cry) and shook my hand and said, "ah, honey." Bono called me honey. Atleast I think he did. I don't remember the whole scene very well.

So I spent an entire day "practicing" for the pregame show for Monday night football, New Orleans Saints vs. Atlanta Falcons. My job is to help move one of the big heavy stages out to the middle of the field, then stand there and pretend to be a wild, screaming teenager (which I might do quite well), and then wait for U2 and Greenday to get off the stage (they get off the stage right next to where I stand... I could lick one if I wanted to... but that might be really strange), and then help move the stage aside so the New Orleans Saints can rush onto the field (as they whiz right by me!). It's surreal. I just had one of the craziest days of my life.

I met Bono. I stood next to a tv crew interviewing Billie Joe from Greenday and The Edge for U2. I watched them perform this pregame show all day long as I casually layed across the 50 yard line, then strolled over to the players benches for awhile. A really nice lady came up to us and shouted "Americorps! We helped start you!" and then someone introduced her as Alexis, our Secretary of Labor under Clinton. She said "Bill was just down here." I think I heard daddy Bush is going to be here tomorrow. This funny little man that reminded me of Elton John pranced around in a tight black suit. He turned out to be the head of the whole show, one of the producers for Disney. He asked me to get off the teams bench. As we talked to the Secretary of Labor, we realized Harry Conick Jr. was standing behind us. Our leader for the day was telling some of us some stories of his favorite Super Bowl gigs and we just had to ask about Janet. He stood 10 feet away when the whole thing went down. Turns out, he has some really solid evidence that it truly was an accident. And he says 50 cent is really well spoken and P Diddy is a jerk.

I stole some pieces of rubber off the turf that are sitting next to my computer. I have no pictures cause we weren't allowed to take camaras. My turf is my only evidence of this amazing day. But if anyone happens to watch Good Morning America, we are scheduled to be on tomorrow morning, but it's still alittle up in the air. And if you watch the ESPN pregame show tomorrow night and you wonder why that stage just looks so centered and beautiful, and you see wild screaming fans at Bono and Billie Joe's feet, that's the only other evidence I got.

Denver, Colorado

Friday morning, I packed my car with uneccesary junk (cause I could) and packed my one companion, a plant that I bought for my friend Jamie's housewarming gift. I didn't make it down to Colorado Springs to drop it off so I decided it needed to travel with me so I could water it. I saw that the tag said, "Bonsai," so I decided to name him Nephi the Bonsai (a nice Utah name). But then it was brought to my attention that this is not a bonsai but a Spider plant... so his name is "Nephi the Bonsai who doesn't realize he's not a bonsai" but I just called him Nephi and warned Jamie never to call him by his full name. I drove him around and posed him in places and took pictures of his travels that I gave to Jamie.

Took off on my week long roadtrip, hoping to pack it completely full... Drove to the Nevada border on day one and then on to San Francisco on day two. Stayed with my aunt and cousins in Pacifica for 3 days and then took off for Yosemite. Stayed in Bishop, CA. Saw Death Valley and stayed in Mesquite, NV with my friend Anthony. Drove into Zion the next day for a quick visit and stayed with my friends Jock and Robin and Hurricane that night. And drove the entire way from Hurricane to Denver on my last day. It was such a great trip and better than I'd imagined. It was weird traveling alone but I had a lot of time in silence and a lot of time singing at the top of my lungs with the windows down. After spending $80 worth of gas on my last day, I've decided my roadtrips should be put on hold for awhile, until I start making money again. I'm addicted to adventure but I need to find a job that pays for it.

I'm in Park City, Kansas tonight on our way to our final Americorps project... in New Orleans again. When November comes I'll be done and looking for a job. And maybe I'll have enough money by then to have a fun roadtrip back to Ohio... anybody want to come along?

Great Salt Lake Desert, Utah

Drove through the Great Salt Lake desert and it was AMAZING. Miles and miles and hours of white sand everywhere like snow.

"the coldest winter I ever spent..."

... was a summer in San Francisco. I finally made it to San Fran and to my aunt Shirley and cousins Eunice and Lydia's house. I was FREEZING. I loved the city but I could never get used to the clouds and cold. (me and Nephi at Golden Gate park)

the Pacific

I could walk to the beach from the house cause they live right off Hwy 1. Gorgeous views!

Yosemite National Park, California

I drove down into the Yosemite Valley cause I hear that's the part you can't miss. Honestly, and maybe it's cause I'm partial, it reminded me of Zion without color... no rich red dirt between my toes. Anthony tells me if you're a climber you'd appreciate Yosemite better. What I did like, though, was that it truly felt like it was "our" park, as a National Park should feel. It didn't feel like federal land, it felt like my land... one giant backyard we all share. People were having picnics everywhere and family reunions and swimming in the Merced. It was so crowded but in a nice way. Maybe other seasons aren't like that, but I kind of liked it. I drove back out and across the Tioga pass and THAT was my favorite part of Yosemite. Incredible fields and lakes and enormous views from way up high. Here are some pics of the valley and the pass and another one of those "I'm traveling alone so I have to take these awful close up pics at arms length of my face and my giant neck."

Bishop, California

I was driving into Bishop to stay for the night and I saw a bicyclist struggling up the hill I was driving down and then he stopped and just smiled. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw it too. I pulled off the highway and jumped out of my car and just sat on my bumper and stared. It looked like an upside-down waterfall was coming out of the Sierras. That's the only way I can describe it. They're pretty much the same picture but I loved these pics I took.

Manzanar "War Relocation Center," California

I heard from a local that Manzanar was a must see. It's a Japanese internment camp from WWII that doesn't really exist much anymore, even though it's a national historic sight. There's a visitor center and they brought one mess hall back so we can see atleast one building as it stood in the 40s. The rest of the camp is just a collection of signs that you drive around and see where buildings once stood. I couldn't believe I hadn't known more about this. And though it's situated on a busy, tourist-traveled scenic highway between Yosemite and Death Valley, I was one of the few visitors there. Here's a picture of the Manzanar entrance, cemetary, and Camo net factory where the camp residents/prisoners? helped "contribute to the war effort." The video at the visitor center was incredible and all 7 of us in there I think cried.

Death Valley, California

Drove through Death Valley... it was 116 degrees and I was too afraid to use my ac and overheat... so I didn't explore much. Instead of switchbacks, you drive down 4000 feet into the valley on a straight road that just dips enough to slow you down. It was an incredible sight. And the scenery changes with each elevation. It had rained the night before (the ranger said it was more like a hurricane) and power had gone out and the roads were covered with mud. Plows were out, plowing the mud off the road like snow in an Ohio winter. A lake had formed (or maybe it's always there?) just off the road and I had never expected to see so much water in Death Valley. Stopped at the Visitor Center long enough to watch the slideshow and then I was off.

Mesquite, Nevada

Stopped in Mesquite where I attempted to go climbing with my friend Anthony and his friends Joe and Stacey. It stormed the night before, swelling the Virgin River and coloring the waters brown. It got pretty deep and swift in the middle and it took an hour and a half to cross the river so we could even get to the rock wall. They sent me down a zipline kind of thing (I don't know all that climber lingo), but the rope was "dynamic" (see me trying to talk like them?) and it dropped me right down into the water and I was inching across with the river swirling all around me. It was amazing! Anthony, who should not have been climing anyway due to a serious knee injury from falling from this same wall a couple weeks ago, was carried across the river anyway. So the whole zipline thing... I guess that was just for kicks.