My family and I live in Mid-City across from the country's fifth largest public park. Our house is on a narrow ridge and didn't flood, but my neighborhood did. A block behind us, houses took in water, and my son, Andrew's, high school, eleven blocks away, had 8 feet of water. When the bowl of the city filled up with water, I moved to Houston with Andrew for four months so he could go to school. My husband worked from Baton Rouge and lived in a small apartment with his oldest son, his wife, and their tiny baby, Lucy, who was born two weeks after Katrina hit.
My city is coming back slowly, and I'd like to keep you up to date on the good things and the troubling things that're going on because of the flooding and in spite of the flooding.
Partly, I want a reason to talk about this crazy-beautiful place, maybe show you some pictures from my new camera, and, mainly, I don't want you to forget about us down here, which isn't to say that I want you to worry, only to know.