In print, Ms. Abramson’s piece is embedded within a longer article about the spill’s effect on BP stock.
Ms. Abramson, who until the beginning of May was blogging about her new puppy for The Times, focuses on the melancholy grittiness of her scene.
Although lives were lost in, Captain Dave, 41, believes that his livelihood may be gone forever.
“I’d rather have another hurricane than this,” he said as he motored past the oyster beds — now all closed — places he has known since childhood…
In the bus canal, a fishing camp named for a gray school bus whose engine died during a 1954 visit, Tony Mitchell had planned a crab boil for his grandchildren. Instead, he’s sitting on a cooler, drinking a Bud with two friends at a shack called Camp Blood Sweat and Beers. It is the ultimate man cave. Inside, CNN is broadcasting an update on the spill. Mr. Mitchell calls himself “the mayor of the Bus Canal.”
Ms. Abramson also took the photographs that appeared with the story.
Ms. Abramson and Bill Keller announced that she would be hitting the refresh button, but reporting wasn’t mentioned. Ms. Abramson was stepping away from her role as managing editor to consult on the implementation of The Times paywall next year.
“She has a lot of irons in the fire. She teaches and writes about her puppy. She needs a break as much as anyone else,” one Times editor told The Observer in May.