January 18, 2006. I know where I was? How ‘bout you? Sixteen years ago earlier this month I was a college senior (and, ahem, student body president) at a very exclusive institution, spending part of my between-semester break painting our seminary’s lounge. It was quiet, all-by-my-lonesome work. But only months after Special K (Hurricane Katrina),

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