This is my kitchen. At this point my neighbors are already helping me move stuff out of there in fear that (a) the winds will be followed by rains (they weren't) and (b) the roof would just give way. Already my linen cabinet and microwave are gone; they were behind the guy with the striped shirt. My neighbors kept saying, "We've gotta get your microwave out of there." And I kept saying, "Really? I've had it since college-- no great loss!"

Cute irony: the blue and white picture on the wall is a print I bought from our local newspaper in New Orleans. It shows the cathedral in the French Quarter in various stages of hurricane to New Orleans's rebirth. It was untouched.