[Dantilla]

In October I was in New Orleans doing volunteer construction work.

A couple of co-workers walked down the street looking at all the devastation when a guy came out of a house with a large revolver strapped to his waist. Come to find out, he was the nicest guy. Invited my friends in to see the damage done on the inside of his house. He was happy to have someone to talk to in this deserted neighborhood. He was in his home, had no other place or reason to go, but never let his gun be farther than arm's reach.

Every building had spray painted markings that the National Guard had been through, checking for bodies.