Insofar as I can tell, the last Katrina-related incident on my property happened this past August when the top of a damaged oak tree finally dropped in the back-left corner of the lot. Seven years after the storm, after I'd moved away, sold, bought back, and moved back into this same rat-shack. Fortunately I'd sold the kayak that I'd been storing in the spot the limb landed two weeks prior.
But I swear, there are times when I'm working in the attic when I can still hear the wind scream. And there's this little whirlwind up near the end of the AC ducts that just won't stop.
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