ABSTRACT
Think for a moment how you would feel if your hometown had been wiped out and you could only go back to the wreck age. More than that, your hometown was an extraordinary place. A good friend of mine-a woman who was born and raised in New Orleans, grew up in a house that has been in her family for 200 years, attended an exclusive Catholic girls’ school in the city, and then graduated from Tulane University-went down from Greenwich to the wreckage. After she managed to get to her house and look through the windows, she found that the first level had been flooded and that the floor, the furniture, the pictures, and all the valuables that make a house were beyond recovery. The claims adjuster came and looked over the property, and some time later the insurance com pany sent her a letter stating that the damage wasn’t covered. My friend is a not a pushover, and I suspect that she will file an appeal. All that aside, she has not been able to get into the house yet because it is now inhabited by alligators, which are eating the rodents that accidentally wander in. Probably the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals or some other agency will lure the alligators out some day.
