I stopped in Grand Isle, Louisiana. Every house was on stilts. Flooding of the island occurs far too often. According to that bastion of information, Wikipedia, a major hurricane hits every 2.6 years, throwing wrenches into any plan for a consistent, largely uninterrupted society.
And yet, people keep coming back. Why?
And even more confusing, I'm drawn to the place. Why?
Do we crave hardship, like Huckleberry Finn? Do we fear change and can't face moving someplace else? I don't know. I mean, there're thousands of places that don't get destructed every other year. Why not relocate? Or, for that matter, why consider locating?
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