I do not know if you have read any of my comments on this subject. This is the second city for which I have mourned as a hurricane devastated parts I knew well and loved. New Orleans was unique amongst cities where I have spent much time and which I treasured. During my graduate school days, it was my asylum. I was as happy there as I have ever been; the memories are frozen in the amber of my mind.

I think that was one reason your latest fiction hit me so hard. I was already in mourning. I do not know if the city will be rebuilt; I do know it will never be the same. I grieve.