...my parents and I sat huddled together in the hallway of our house, listening to the howling winds outside, the attic cover clattering up and down and Bryan Norcross on the radio.
Before:
After:
The trailer we lived in for the next year.
How we got our mail for the next few months.
Two weeks later:
It took them a few weeks before the bulldozers could even come through to clean up debris.
We had no power for the next few months, so this is how we ate, on our non-existent patio (which, 13 years later, still doesn't exist).