These were our digs that a friend of a friend of a friend hooked us up with in New Orleans last night. The place still hadn’t been repaired after Katrina. There were stains on the walls where the water line had been, an awful musky smell with wet dog thrown in, and cockroaches running around by my head as I slept on the concrete. It was a good experience that definitely pushed me out of my personal comfort zone. It was only one night though. Today I thought about the folks who’s reality that is day in and day out.