The one I thought I’d never see.

During the past week, I have been really restless and impatient and upset and particularly testy at times. I could not put my finger on what it was. Then today I remembered that it was coming up on the two year anniversary of the storm. The big hurricane that would flood New Orleans because the levees were weak and the city was under sea level. See, when I was a kid, in the high and dry part of North Louisiana, I learned how the city of New Orleans was basically shaped like a bowl and all it would take would be a strong enough storm to put it in a bad way. I mean, nobody even mentioned Republicans or FEMA. Just kidding. Not really. But we knew that it would be an awful and terrible thing. I thought I’d be an old lady by the time the storm came, if I saw it at all. Two years ago, the storm came. It came to Louisiana. And Mississippi. And Alabama. And Florida. And the Bahamas. And Cuba.

I’ve written a lot of words about what happened and how I felt, but I think that Cory Halk’s words do the situation a lot more justice.