Louisianans found paradise in this Gulf Coast neighborhood. Will flooding force them to sell?
Why does it seem that paradise often comes fraught with the scary? It's like those movies where everything is idyllic and the family or friends are playing in the yard or pouring drinks or sitting around a campfire. But every once in a while you hear that creepy music, and you know. Next thing all heck breaks out. If I had 100 lives I might find myself in one of them on the Jourdan River. Everyone once in a while, dat' water sure does git' high:
