As everyone in America not living in a cave is probably aware, Hurricane Katrina arrived on the doorstep of New Orleans on August 29, 2005. The crazy luck is that if Katrina had arrived 24 hours later than she did, we would have already been well on our way to our trip around the world. Instead, because of the capricious winds of fate, we became evacuees (or refugees, or whatever politically-incorrect name you want to give it). Here's our story... As Shan and I toiled at our final week of work, we were aware that a storm was churning in the Gulf, but at that time it was supposed to hook hard after crossing over Florida and boomerang back into Florida a second time. Friday night Shan and I celebrated our newfound employment status (or lack
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