NOLA conflict

Don’t get me wrong: I love New Orleans and I *love* our house. Truly and completely.

In our insomnia, we’ve been researching taxes in our neighborhood. No wonder our neighbors look at us like we’ve grown another head when we lament that the taxes on the house are slowly bankrupting us. We pay more than twice — yes, *twice* — than they do. In fact, we pay about what folks in homes more than two times the cost of ours pay. And why is that? Corruption of course! We think the “official” rule is that the #*%$ city doesn’t reassess homes on a regular basis, so if you’ve got a family place that you can just pass down generation to generation — even if it’s a 150-year-old mansion on St. Charles — you can pay pennies in taxes year after year.

I think I could hack it if we all were reassessed regularly and shouldered an equally high burden. But the fact that we do it to such an extreme amount (and get the country’s worst schools for it) it pretty much pisses us off.

Hmmmm… Miraflores ocean view apartment bigger than our house for about half the cost of it? Seriously tempting…