It was her third birthday, and she was standing as proud as Andrew Jackson does on his horse in front of the cathedral in Jackson Square, except her steed of choice for the occasion happened to be the old velvet ochre grandfather chair that sat next to the sideboard. She was in a floral dress with matching bloomers, reaching proudly on her tippy toes to blow out the past, as the storm of tomorrow blew in to carry us all far away from home. Her memories are cloudy now and filled mostly of…