Returning to the Ninth Ward I drove out Piety Street then switched over to Desire. It's now a familiar route, heading into the Ninth Ward. This is across the Industrial Canal from the Lower Ninth and some call this neighborhood the Upper. I crossed the streets named Industry, Abundance and Treasure, then turned on Clouet to find St. Philip the Apostle Catholic Church. I first came here in 2004 for a story about an after school supper program – meals for children and their families prepared by students at Dillard University. That was a happy, satisfying story. Last October I came back, finding no one I knew. Only a few of the houses were sound enough to live in. Today, the crunch of dried light brown mud is gone from the streets and the grass. A few more houses have people. I met Jene Moore, a grandmother. She'd been away in Murray, Ky., and smiled when she talked about the folks there who brought a school bus to New Orleans. Jene and her family were the next in line at the convention center when the bus from Murray pulled up. Now she's back in a trailer, her collapsed house untouched. "No school," she said. "No store."