In August of 2005, I was documenting the famine in Niger when Hurricane Katrina made landfall on the gulf coast.  I remember watching the footage of the storm on a tiny tv in my little courtyard hotel room in disbelief.  I lived in New Orleans for a semester when I started an MPH program at Tulane in 1999 and naturally, I love that town.  On my return trip from Niamey I was flying through Dallas, where instead of going home I decided to go to Houston.  When I landed in Dallas, I had a message from my friend Pam that her parents were in Mississippi and had weathered the eye of the storm.  I teamed up with my friend John Dang in Houston and we drove into Mississippi as everyone else was driving out.  It was about a week after the storm hit.  No one was allowed onto the I