Michael Patrick Welch: Chris Rose's Pulitzer crystal sits in his small French Quarter apartment, its glass badly chipped from various accidents. The disfigured accolade for his work on a reporting team at the Times-Picayune is a reminder of both prowess and loss.
"The way the people of New Orleans made me feel after Hurricane Katrina—like I was holding this fucking city together all by myself," Rose tells me at the Napoleon House restaurant and bar, in a graffitied payphone nook where he's eaten, drunk, and written for a dozen-plus years. "At the time, we had Ray Nagin as mayor; all the city institutions and individuals had failed everyone. The Times-Picayune really stepped it up. And I was…
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