The biggest take away
I'm in the process of having my Katrina chairs reupholsetered. You might think that over a year after Katrina that it would be a new point, a great cleansing time, or a way to feel good about movving on. I am not sure that we do move on. We don't have a choice, so we pick ourselves up and get back to living. At the same time, we know there is a void, that our very innocence about our safety has been struck to the quick. When yours and the neighborhoods of nearly a million other people have been permantely altered, it's not pleasant and you don't feel resilient. You don't feel lucky, you do feel the pit where your emotions used to be. You wonder why people care deeply about those in Iraq while your life has been completely devastated. You wonder why you are so insignificant while one square mile in NYC still makes an entire country weep. Meanwhile, multiple zipcodes in southern Louisisana, yes, Louisiana is in the United States, are as devasted as either scenario. I...