And when I say shack, I mean, I have been in the building recently, and if the village had codes or inspections, it would be condemned in a heartbeat. It's an old, falling-apart building in a defunct mining town, currently lacking in electricity and many interior walls.

And it's a fairly typical example of the village where my mother grew up.

I found the whole framing of the argument smacked of classist bullshit, failing to articulate things in ways that made me sympathetic to the arguer. Perhaps it was the mention of the OP's cabin that caused my heels to dig in and make me want to write everything in a Canadian shack.

Christ knows, I know my way around them.

The Katrina thing... I think my head exploded.