I grew up in south Louisiana with hurricanes so, when Katrina was coming in, my family and friends were deciding whether to stay or go. Just a normal day. Then the levee broke. We had been asking the Federal Government for help with repairing/improving the levees all my life but the South is still the child that rebelled and is only tolerated at occasional family gatherings. I had moved to Europe and watched Bush fly over, glance at the people on the rooftops, and fly away to take care of the oil. I was angry but I didn't cry! Not until I heard this song coming through the window. Then I wailed! I still weep for nola and all those friends that might have been. And then came Rita, which no one remembers, and that's when I lost family. But thank you, Arlo and Willie, for coming after to help and for giving me the freedom to cry.