He made a few trips down to NOLA once the water started receding, and some roads had been cleared, to fetch his stuff and help some friends clean up their homes and businesses:
Few of these flimsy gas station carports were spared:
A friend's house... the roof got torn up by the wind, then the water came in. what a mess.
On the road back north- military convoys everywhere:
One of the places SZ stayed at north of the lake, during his brief "refugee" period:
He certainly didn't starve during that time- here's a traditional serving of crawfish and oysters, in a flat-bottom skiff... just the way it's supposed to be done. Mmmmmm...
