This is what I see when I step out my front door. There are 6 trailers like this on my block and 8 empty houses. The two houses across from me are empty; one neighbor died from Katrina and his wife was put in a Nursing Home.
What once was a lovely block where the men competed for the nicest, greenest lawn and the women grew beautiful flower gardens has become a mish-mash of what's what.
The reason we opted not to get a trailer is because there are other people who need them more than we do. We are still walking around on rough cement floors but we do have walls now and they are painted. Furniture and personal belongings in boxes are still everywhere but where you think it should be.
Such is life some six and one-half months after Katrina. Pinch me, please, and wake me up.