After spending the day in N’Orlans on a site survey with a client, that is all I have to say.   

Not really.  When Steve the no-selling-waste-of-space sends me the pictures we took, I’ll have plenty to say about how it felt to stand in midst of the destruction that Katrina wrought on Greater Saint Stephen Full Gospel Batist Church.  

For now I will remember sitting in the quarter at Cafe Du Monde having chickory and begniets by 9 AM while listening to the trumpet man on the street outside.  

God is in that stuff man.