I was passing through the Crescent City last week on my way to visit my parents in Shreveport for the holidays. It was raining, and I stopped when I saw a man just standing in a pool of water outside his home in the Lower Ninth Ward. Turns out his name was Clark Kent.
"It's leaking like crazy in there," said Kent, 49, a tattoo of his initials showing through a rain-soaked shirt. He thought the roof was about to collapse and figured that it was better to be wet and alive outside than wet and crushed to death inside.
"You think Katrina is over, but we still have houses falling down around here," he told me.
Seeing people suffer like this can make you feel grateful for what you have. But it can also make you angry. What happened to the billions of dollars in private donations and government funds that were earmarked for rebuilding this city?
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