3 years....
When Napoleon fled France, he was in exhile for several years and
even had a plan to spend time hiding in New Orleans (hence the name for Napoleon House in the French Quarter). For me,
today marks the third anniversary of the day that Hurricane Katrina forced me from New Orleans to find a new home.
I am unsure as to whether I will ever return to live in the city,
but the flavor of New Orleans culture runs deep inside me. Red Beans and Rice on Monday, coffee every morning
from one of my French Market Coffee mugs and a fridge full of Abita beer in my home bar. You can take me out of
New Orleans, but you can't take New Orleans out of me.
