Six years ago (almost to the day), my younger sister packed up her dogs, jewelry, and a weekend’s worth of clothes and left New Orleans, fully expecting to return to her home. Katrina roared through St. Bernard Parish and demolished her house. Nothing was salvageable. When my older sister and her husband were mandatorily evacuated from Brooklyn, they didn’t take chances. They moved their most cherished belongings to the second floor, boarded the windows, packed irreplaceable photographs and family jewelry, crated their four cats and brought the lot of it to Lyme. Read more….
