It’s kind of hard to wrap your head around the scope of this.
Breezy Point, Queens, NYC.
One of my best friends, Liz, found out her house was burning down when she saw it on the news after she evacuated for Katrina. Six weeks later, I visited the place where her life was once led and where her turtle died. She didn’t ask for anything more than every Nola resident got — which was, to my memory, $300 on a special debit card issued by the Red Cross.