I got married on Aug. 29, an arbitrary date to just about anyone who doesn’t live in Louisiana. There, it marks the tragic anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall in New Orleans. If Katrina had a silver lining, it’s that it reminded people like my wife and I that New Orleans was still one of America’s treasures. We ultimately chose to honeymoon there, and when the locals learned of our wedding date, they didn’t hold it against us. Instead, they kept buying us drinks.