posted: 12/18/2005 4:19 p.m.
MISSISSIPPI COAST - The silence here is primitive, the silence of a thousand years ago, the civilized silence before civilization intruded.
posted: 12/15/2005 4:50 p.m.
The first twinge of guilt struck when we checked in to the JW Marriott on Canal Street.
My friend and fellow reporter, Amy Upshaw, and I had just arrived in New Orleans to report on how things currently stand in this devastated city.
posted: 12/15/2005 4:47 p.m.
Sometimes, I think about the brief time I spent in New Orleans in the days following Hurricane Katrina. Usually, my thoughts linger on the worn faces that crowded the airport when photographer Stephen Thornton and I showed up there the Friday after the storm.
posted: 12/11/2005 4:12 p.m.
In the mornings, Roy Richardson eats day-old fast food for breakfast while watching a small television powered by his car battery.
His house is dark and cold. But most of the time, Roy's too busy to notice. He's gutting the first floor of his twostory home, knocking out the moldering walls and putrid flooring. It's depressing work. Sometimes, he wonders if the job ever will be done, whether this place ever will be livable again. But the olive house on South Alexander Street has belonged to his family for nearly 100 years. He can't just let it rot.