hi Darlin,
Disasters abound, don't they? You're too close for comfort to N.O. I suspect.
As a boy, It was '58 or so, my family lived in Boloxi, in a trailer court on the back bay. We had a hurricane come through and wash away the pier and beach house. That was a huge tempest. I found the pier in the swamp, got the owner's OK, and my dad and I cut it up for playhouse wood. Made for one sturdy little playhouse.
it's too hot.