Doc’s account is not dissimilar from the reports from my family in New Orleans. I just received devistating photos showing shells of homes in the middle of the street, artifacts of peoples lives strewn about like debris. It’s absolutely gripping. Recovering from this side of Katrina’s aftermath will take years. Thousands of lives and families are changed forever. The city will never be the same…rebuilt, perhaps, but never the same. And my heart is torn by the juxtaposition of celebratory restaurant openings for fortunate locals and hopeful tourists and what we all know is going on at the grass roots level. I don’t know how to reconcile that. But I continue to hope and pray. And dream dreams that include fried oysters, french bread so light it could float away, and Galatoire’s on a Thursday afternoon. Is that so wrong?