Dr. John (the Night Tripper) on the current state of New Orleans:
I mentioned that Cyril Neville had told me that some people still don’t know where their friends and family members are.
“Some people?! ” he said, his eyes wide with indignation. “Over half this city don’t have a clue. They’re either missin’ in action, dead in St. Gabriel and nobody knows who they are — and I could go on with a list of gripes. So there, babe.”

Y’know, some years back–the 70s, I think–someone found out that the Post Office had a contingency plan–created at no small expense–for getting the mail delivered in case of a nuclear holocaust. And every other third-rate columnist made jokes about featherbedding bureaucracies and how silly the PO was to think that we’d care about getting our phone bills under those circumstances.
Finally some USPS spokesman–who was a lot more pissed-off than you usually get in USPS spokesmen–went on the tube and said, Stop talking about us like we’re fucking stupid. This isn’t about getting your goddamn advertising circulars. It’s about how do you find people in a big disaster? How do you find out what happened to your family? That’s what all this planning was for. Bite me.
[This may not be verbatim]
I have no idea what happened to that plan, but if we apologise to the Post Office, you think they might dig it out?