My grandmother is just a legend. I should probably write a whole book about her.
Alright, here's the story @ryanjreilly: Granny lived right on the coast when Katrina hit. We begged her to evacuate, but she'd lived through so many hurricanes that she refused to take this one seriously. She didn't tell us where she went. Then Katrina happened...
Her house was destroyed, as were many houses around hers. We didn't hear from her for about a week and couldn't locate her. We basically assumed she died and started lighting candles for her and crying. Then one day, out of the blue
She shows up at our doorstep in Opelousas, covered in mud, holding a bucket she'd been peeing in, and asked for a bourbon cocktail because she'd run out. It turned out she'd been riding out the storm in her boyfriend's attic, surviving on whiskey and boiled eggs.
And yes, this is the same grandmother who called us from her retirement home in New Orleans a couple weeks ago, while we were so worried about her getting COVID, asking for more Tito's vodka. And Tito's has now sent her a swag bag. And she's 94.
In case you need a visual, here she is touring the HuffPost newsroom in 2018 in a "piss tape is real" hat.
