The Man With the Umbrella

Cars floating down our hometown streets, families crying for help on the top of their homes, leaving our mother behind as my little brother and I clutched our hands a little tighter. As Hurricane Katrina sank NOLA, we fled with whatever we could carry, thrown at the back of our car, wondering if we'd ever return. Almost 16 long years since that horrific day, I return for a moment. As I drive by past the same streets, memories come flooding back with the sight of this: The Man With the Umbrella.