I returned home to New Orleans to help my family salvage items from their flooded home in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. After one of the days we spent in the dark, wet, moldy, stinking remains of the house, I really needed a drink (or three).

After we finished I peeled off my protective clothing, determined that I didn't look or smell all that bad, and headed into the Quarter. Napoleon House, one of the city's most venerable watering holes, had just reopened that week, and I parked myself at the bar and quaffed Sazeracs for the next hour and a half.

I took this shot on the way out.