"I was in the lower 9^th ward in the first spring after Katrina, it was a dreadful place.  The force of the water had shoved houses about like monopoly pieces; some atop roofs or upside down.  One house would be shoved into another, merging them like a welder’s torch.

     But with the end of winter, as Nature renews itself, hope returns even for those whose lives have been changed forever."     By Rolland Golden