Just this Friday afternoon, I happened to be down on Poydras street where I snapped a quick photo of New Orleans' most beloved building and its brand new gold skin.
The Dome, and Mr. Dixon himself, are reminders of a time when New Orleans was a city on the rise unafraid to grow and build as opposed to the carefully curated, decaying tourist oddity and movie backdrop it has been for most of my lifetime. Maybe I'll live long enough to see it become a city again. Dave Dixon probably would have thought that was possible, or even likely. Me, I'm not so sure.
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