Back from 1979 - 1982, my wife and I lived in New Orleans, LA while I was at seminary earning my MDiv. We went through to periods of "high water." The second one was serious. We had a shotgun double in downtown, built up about four foot off the ground. One night I parked my car on a elevated parking deck and walked back to the house wading through about one foot of water. Next morning, water was about 3 inches from getting inside the house. Weird. It was like after a snowfall, no noise. Just quiet. Lying in bed, I looked and saw a man leaning in the bedroom window, standing in a little pirogue. Guess he was poling down the flooded streets going in people's houses and grabbing what he could find. I hollered at him and grabbed my shotgun. My wife didn't want me to spray him down w/ birdshot, so I didn't shoot. He took off for parts unknown. Just another day in the city that care forgot. Sincerely. bruce.
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