Out of the Rubble... Condos and Slots?

摘要

I walk toward the beach, past the centuries-old oak that has overhung my family's cemetery lot for generations. Half is still standing-the other half, broken away. Ahead of me is one of my favorite historic houses in Biloxi, the Father Ryan House, named after former resident Abram Ryan, the so-called poet-priest of the Confederacy. Hurricane Katrina has reduced it to rubble. As far as I can see, nothing remains but the twisted shells of the stately, pillared houses that date back a century or more. We survivors of 1969's Hurricane Camille-with winds of more than 200 miles per hour-thought we'd never see such devastation again. This is worse.