The final chapter in this series brought us to New Orleans last night. Despite all the destruction we've seen, nothing prepares you for the sight of this hobbled city -- even if you've been here several times since Katrina, as most of our crew has. I think it's the sheer SCALE of damage: block after block without electricity. Neighborhoods devoid of any actual neighbors. Yes, the French Quarter is open and happily serving reporters and FEMA employees. But nearly two months after the storm, parts of New Orleans are still the urban equivalent of scar tissue.
We won't spend the day here. We're going to Plaquemines Parish, far to the south and an area which took a unique punishing from Katrina. I have no idea what our story will be tonight. Right now, we're wrestling with about 20 Mexican migrant workers who, like us, are trying to muscle in on the coffee pot at a nearby Shell station.