Hard to Say He was Lucky, But…
The loss and devastation currently playing out in Myanmar cannot but remind us here in New Orleans of Hurricane Katrina. I’ve previously mentioned the loss of my grandparent’s fishing camp in Katrina. This was a colossal building — two stories, over 3,000 square feet, exterior walls all cinder blocks. But not all was lost. In the rubble was this:
This elephant lamp was on the second floor. How it survived in one piece, I can only imagine. The only thing more remarkable than its survival was that an identical black elephant lamp in another second-story bedroom of the camp also survived in one piece.
We recovered both lamps. My grandfather took them home and cleaned and rewired them. The black one went to my aunt, and the green one came to live with me:
If you shake him, you will hear one large, very solid clump of mud rattling inside. My grandfather, try as he might, could not break down and remove that last clump of evidence of Katrina from the elephant. I am kinda glad he couldn’t.