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My story starts out the same as many other New Orleanians, a hastily decided evacuation on a Saturday night while sitting at a bar in Bucktown staring at the weather channel. The choice was made that myself, wife, and…

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The Hurricane was unforgettable. I was 15 years old and had lived in the New Orleans East before the storm. I hated everything about the storm and the media. The night before the storm it was wonderful. We stayed across…

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My story is like most: unfortunate and heart- aching, but in many ways it\'s uplifting and somewhat different. Unlike many people, I went to the epicenter of devastation, rather than leaving a city that I loved. I moved…

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Most societies have this funny habit of bisecting its collective life around a single traumatic event: wars, famines, disasters. There\'s always a \"before\" and an \"after\". For New Orleans, and certainly for myself…

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I remember watching the storm from my grandpa\'s car port. He wasn\'t there because he was having surgery in a hospital in New Orleans (I can\'t remember which one). My mom, dad, and sister were all with me. I was a…

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At the time that the storm hit, I was in the Army Reserve. I had just returned home from a year of being on active duty, a few months earlier. I evacuated with a friend to his parents\' home in St. Charles Parish. …

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I returned to Louisiana from Martha\'s Vineyard two months after the sitting water resided into Lake Pontchartrain. My neighborhood was unrecognizable. I barely recognized my house. What was once an attractive shotgun…

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Hurricane Katrina. The name alone strikes fear in the hearts of men and disgust at those who witnessed the aftermath, both in person and on television screens across the country. One undeniable aspect of the watery…

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A BitterSweet Nightmare\r\n\r\nTragedy at every corner,\r\nNo way to get out if you have not already left.\r\nWinds blowing so hard that they could pick your feet up off the ground and make you fly.\r\nRoaring waters…

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As many may say, the days leading up to the arrival of Katrina in New Orleans were surreal for me, yet unforgettable. I remember coming home from school on the Friday before its arrival and my mother carefully watching…

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