My son’s neighborhood survived – sort of. But most didn’t.
As we celebrated my son’s birthday yesterday we couldn’t help but recall the devastating events of 2005. On that very day, while we were blowing out candles on his cake, Hurricane Katrina had her evil eye trained on the Mississippi and Louisiana Coast.
We were at my son’s New Orleans home on Magazine Street where the music never stops and you’re compelled to dance along – whether or not anyone is looking! Continue reading