This flag flew above my grandmothers building in New Orleans during hurricane Katrina. Grandma Pat was 83 and blind. She stayed through the thoughest days of the storm and was evacuated by a local minister with a little more than a pickup truck and a chainsaw to cut through the debris. When she returned later that year she took down the flag, which had been rendered tattered and translucent by the high winds. She presented the flag to me to retire. I didn't have the heart to dispose of it - I now save it as a memory of my Grandma Pat and of the awesome destructive power of Hurricane Katrina.