In New Orleans' French Quarter, people rely on magic and a lttle reefer to stop the BP oil geyser | Bellona

“Oh please give me two dollar for a joint of marijuana, cause crack cocaine don’t do it anymore”
David “Trail mix” Packard singing

While officials battle the oil gusher at sea, New Orleans, where the hot evening air was permeated by the smell of oil, the hard partying jazz bars, tarot card readers and exquisite seafood restaurants kept pace with the joie de vive that has made this neighbourhood famous...
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