September 24, 2005

It's Rita Time! Jerry Bruckheimer, eat your heart out!

Just when you thought it was safe to go back.... Still waters run even deeper in... Hurricane II - El Nino's Revenge!

Scene I - Somewhere in the Caribbean.

Captain Bob Breckmeyer: "Captain's log, September 18th, 2005.. we've just deployed the last weather buoy off the coast of Antigua, and we're now headed home. Since that dreadful storm, Katrina.. the once content crew has been nervous and I believe that any slight disturbance could cause an epidemic of sea madness... similar to Superdome madness... but at sea, of course... the likes of which the world has never seen. We barely made it alive and you can't blame them for having an unhealthy mind at this point. Good thing that's all behind us now... It sure is a shame the number she did on Mr. Mike Brown, though...Captain out."

Seaman Stewart Lamens: "Sir! New reports from the national weather bureau state clear and sunny skies for the remainder of our journey!"

Captain Breckmeyer: "Excellent news, Mr Lamens, excellent news. Let's get some sleep... a well deserved rest will do us some good."

Scene II - The next day.. sometime after brunch

(Over the intercom..)
Engineer Thompson: "Captain! It may be nothing, but I believe some of instruments may be malfunctioning."

Captain Breckmeyer: "Better not chance it... I'm coming down to engineering... Mr. Lamens, you have bridge."

Scene III - Down in engineering

Engineer Thompson: "Look... everything was fine... then all of a sudden, the ocean temperature started to rise and the barometric pressure readings started dropping off the charts like crazy! I've ran diagnostics, but it all checks out... you don't suppose this could mean...."

Captain Breckmeyer: "No... NO! It can't be possible... This just cannot be! She's not supposed to be within 700 miles of here.. they told me that all the computer models had her going...*gasp* the OPPOSITE DIRECTION!"

Engineer Thompson: "Should we alert the crew?"

Captain Breckmeyer: "No.. there isn't any time. And since communication is still down from the last time, calling FEMA, The National Guard, or the Federal Government would be as pointless as if communication was working just fine. I'm afraid we're on our own.... AGAIN!"

Drama continues.... ending... unknown!

Sorry.. just had a vision there.. I guess with all of the other natural disaster movies already made.. it's only a matter of time, right? Besides.. anyone can write a Jerry Bruckheimer movie. On a more serious note.. "Rita" has stalled rebuilding of my hometown and caused re-flooding as well. Since this puts things on hold even longer from getting to my home much less rebuilding or assessing damage, does that mean I can apply for a second time to FEMA on this completely separate disaster? Maybe get another check for my misfortune? Oh well.. wishful thinking, right?

Posted by Reese at 11:15 PM

September 20, 2005

Katrina and the Storm Surge

I got a chance to re-enter St. Bernard Parish yesterday. Me and my dad's road trip wound up trying to take a shortcut through highway 90, but they closed the bridge at the Slidell / New Orleans border. The camps along the road were pretty destroyed. Maybe once in a while you'd find one or a few still standing, but maybe 85% were just plain gone or almost gone. There were stretches of the highway where road was missing (possibly from being broken up and then moved to the side to make it passable.) This also forced the old highway underneath to be seen again. There were also fields of scrap wood. A sea of splintery housing death piled up near the shore in certain areas. The camps will not be the same for a long time. Land values everywhere are sure to shrivel. After an over two hour delay on the highway 11 bridge (the main holdup was "authorities" questioning your destination and checking your credentials), we finally made it to St. Bernard Parish... Chalmette. A thick mud-like substance.. probably filled with a hint of oil and a dash of sewerage... covered the landscape pretty evenly. Mud was thicker closer to the industrial canal, where a break probably occurred. It looked like nuclear winter.. dead grass and dying trees... and of course.. the mud covered grounds all made for a scene that wreaked of death and vacancy. My street was pretty strewn with tree debris. The two mighty oak trees in front of my house were still standing and not dead yet. The tree in my backyard looked like it exploded and was split down the middle.. didn't seem to fall in any one direction. The two cars in the back were covered in the mud and probably pretty soaked on the inside. The garage was still intact, yet the insides probably reveal a darker secret. Remember kids, buoyancy is the name of the game! I didn't enter but one step and saw my lawnmower in a weird position before I decided I had nothing to recover in there anyway. The house was almost decent looking on the outside. A new gap under the living room windows may reveal structural damage.. foundation issues... or maybe wood swelling causing the shift upward under the window. Maybe the assessor will tell me a truer tale. The roof was still there abiet a couple of missing caps on the very top. A piece of facier was blown or yanked off the front of the house.. a cable was attached so a falling tree part may have helped. The living room had my couch and furniture about.. floated wherever it pleased. the tv was drenched and on the ground.. the stand was made of particle board.. so the glue gave as the water saturated it. The kitchen had my refrigerator suspended in air between the kitchen counter-tops.. it was a sight indeed. Each bedroom and bathroom told the same tale of water, mold, and ruined furniture. The den had a brass bed in it.. and it looked completely untouched as if it was just moved there. The bed was still in the same place it was before.. it was dry.. and the sheets and pillow were in the same position as when the bed was made. Eerie things like that make for lasting memories of destruction and disbelief. But I'm not in denial. I'm just plain angry. Because I know that I've been screwed by someone.. or something. The upstairs section of my house was completely untouched. It didn't even smell like the rest of the house.. it was like nothing ever happened. I had a board put up on the window in the front, but it was off the window sitting below it. I suspect it was taken off after the storm and water, or it most likely would have floated further away. So who would have done it? I don't know.. but it could possibly have been the same guy(s) who knocked my front door down. Yes.. it appears from the markings on the door that it took them about 5 rams before it came off the hinges. The door was solid and shows me that someone breaking in would have had serious trouble doing so. It really fucked up the door frame and I was seriously pissed at what i saw. The door frame is pretty fucked up, they invaded my privacy, and there was no logical reason for it. I live in a two story house. The water came into the house at about the 4 foot level. Unless you were laying down unable to float, you were a midget, or unable to stand up.. you would not have drowned in my house. Not to mention I have an upstairs level which was completely untouched. The two bedrooms downstairs were not checked, because we had to barge our way into them ourselves. If they broke the front door down and didn't bother to check any rooms in the house for dead bodies.. THEN WHY THE FUCK DID THEY BREAK DOWN THE FUCKNIG DOOR? Incompetent assholes everywhere. So who is responsible for all this destruction? It's no secret that the levee breaches were the main factor. It's documented and admitted by the government officials that the levee breaches caused most of the damage by letting water storm in and stay awhile. The water current driven by wind over the levee and through the levee... not to mention what the water itself does to wood and such. So who is responsible? Is it the asshole government for not doing enough to ensure that our levees could hold back the inevitable storm surge from the inevitable storm? Did they pocket some coin on the savings? Did they completely forget about what Betsy did 40 years ago? That's a lot of time to sit down.. and figure out a way to prevent it from happening again. Driving their nice Lexus's and Lincolns making decisions on what they think is BEST for the citizens in which they represent? Now they face the fact that they will representing a handful of people.. if not just each other. Or was it the useless levee board? Maybe it was the incompetent army corps of engineers? Maybe even the federal government.. for not seeing financing protection for our little town. Well, they are sure emptying pockets and pouring out their hearts now, aren't they? Sure would have been a lot easier and cheaper if they had just heeded the warning.. all of them. Because I tell you this.. who's NOT guilty are the companies that invested in St. Bernard. The business owners who've invested in this community. And of course, the citizens of the community itself. They are completely innocent and maybe even a little naive to believe the the government was there protecting them with tax dollars... to really and truly ensure their safety. We'll see how this all pans out.. and if they really do give a shit after all.

Posted by Reese at 9:43 AM

September 12, 2005

Katrina Update: Two Weeks in Baton Rouge... My House Still A Mystery!

It's been a long two weeks since I was forced from my hometown of Chalmette, Louisiana. It appears that I was in the red zone... one of the hardest hit areas of the storm. Harder than New Orleans? By a landslide. The media hardly covered and was mostly unable to even visit an area that was completely impassable by land. As far as pure destruction, the gulf coast may have gotten the shaft as more property was wiped clean like a broom went over the landscape, but St. Bernard Parish was all that plus stagnant nasty water and oil covering and polluting the area making rebuilding a biohazard risk! My home may be repairable? May be uninhabitable forever and bulldozed accordingly. I may not find out for weeks for all I know. Either way, the the limbo state that I live in continues. Also, on a sad note, the loss of my friend Spicolli from the New Orleans area will be sorely missed. The only bright side may be that I'm now learning ASP... but i'd rather not have had to. Although we can talk just about anytime (thanks to free long distance), the hours spent during the week made for a fun workday... and time we got to hang out or chat outside of work was just plain ol' lagniappe! He was truly the blond hair, blue-eyed twin brother I never could have plausably had. Ah....Good times... it's a damn shame that the city scared away another fine youth, even if not a native. I regret not having more beer and trivia with him.

Posted by Reese at 8:01 PM

September 6, 2005

DEATHWATCH UPDATE: Bob Denver Dead! Rehnquist Dead!

Move over Rehnquist, Bob Denver is stealing your thunder! Now, me nor Spicolli's list has been hitting much lately.. at least not this year. Maybe we're just not that good at picking celebrity deaths... or maybe we're just ultra due for the coming months! Anyway back to Denver... I was just joking the other day that the refugees of New Orleans reminded me of Gilligan's Island, except that the cast of evacuees were all Gilligans, because the Professors, Mariannes, Howells, and Skippers were all smart enough to leave. Oh, and also because it took about the same amount of time to rescue the castaways as it took FEMA to respond to the Hurricane Katrina victims. Uncanny, isn't it?

Little Buddy? Noooooo!!!!

Posted by Reese at 8:04 PM

September 3, 2005

The Cavalry!

I really wish this was a Kinyodas Gazette article: Halliburton Hired for Storm Cleanup.

Posted by Spicolli at 8:10 AM

Grief, Denial, Bargaining, Compassion, Guilt, Relief, Repeat

It's past 4 in the morning on a Saturday, I've been through 6 beers and I'm working on the bottle of Gordon's Gin my parents likely won't miss.

Hello, Hi, How do you do? As you might know I was visiting my parents in Wisconsin when all hell broke loose. For the most part I had been in denial most of this last week. I had cried off and on at the news coming out off my adopted hometown, but tonight I was a sobbing, snot-dripping, dry-heaving fetal position wreck and you're going to laugh too, but it was prompted by Geraldo Riveira!!

Backstory: As soon as you live in New Orleans for more than a week you will hear about "The Big One": a storm that causes the levees to break and the cereal bowl to fill. Each person you meet in town will embellish that basic geographic inevitability. It's like a Rorshach test of what scares the person telling the tale the most.

Last year at about this time, Hurricane Ivan was bearing down on the city and I saw on the news at my favorite bar a certain Louisiana public official advising from Arkansas, where he and his family had evacuated, that the people of a certain Louisiana jurisdiction should evacuate. This was a grim red flag for me to get the hell out - this was "The Big One". At the time I had no car, so my friend Kimmy and I got out on her meager resources (at the time I was experiencing identity theft). We got out on the road, were stuck in traffic for 4 hours towards Slidell, this would have been longer had we not heard advisories to take the Highway 10 bridge. From there we tracked through back roads towards Jackson, slept in a parking lot. That morning I called my friend Rodney and asked if we could go to his family's home near Memphis. They were generous enough to house and feed Kimmy and I until the all clear was sounded.

The people I have met in the South are among the most generous I have known. Sure my acquantance's generosity was tested more because I was so close to rock bottom, but then so many other people around me were too.

Had Ivan been "The Big One" and I had not known Kimmy, my pasty white ass would probably still not have been limping down I-10 hoping to cadge some water from Hoda Kotb, because of the people I know who would not have let that happen.

I can't fathom how so many people could be on a level of society in America where not one person they know could have carpooled them out of the city. Sure there may have been stubbornness, hopes of a change in the storm's course, faith that the levees were being maintained properly, but really a lot of it boils down to no wheels.

I left New Orleans two weeks ago with a suitcase and some books, blissfully unaware of the storm. I had added NOAA's National Hurricane Center to my My Yahoo page and last I had checked the storm seemed to be going off into the Atlantic. I saw it had gone through Miami and didn't think much of it. The maps seemed to indicate that it was going to hit Pensacola again.

Saturday I get a text message from Sande asking if I was still in Wisconsin. I was. "You might not have an apartment to go back to." I thought about it for a while, was it because of the rent? Then I realized it was "The Big One." I started paying a lot of attention to NOAA and began freaking out. My flight was cancelled and my folks were mainly concerned with what I can do with that. I worried about my car flooding. I had an elaborate system worked out to get my keys back from Kimmy who was to leave town to visit her family in Canada, but also looking after my apt before she left. I called any one I knew who had no car and offered it to them. Sure it was somewhat selfish, but kinda generous too. Sunday night, Monday morning the storm hits, I can't sleep. Most of the day Monday the media reports that the city had dodged a bullet. I was pretty relieved. I called my airline and they said that service might be back as soon as Thursday.

I was watching the 24-7's and the situation was very bad as tornados and floods went through Georgia and the damage of the Mississippi, Alabama and Florida coasts became apparent. I watched Special Report Brit Hume and heard the craziest damn thing. Tony Blankley talked about Midwesterns who shovel snow getting sick of bailing out people who live in paradise. I was pretty pissed off about that, but I was able to go to sleep.

The next day, of course, the levees broke. I was largely still thinking about my stuff. I kind of wished I had been there to evacuate. I read a lot of stuff online that night and found my first instance of what will likely be a major theological debate: An explaination of how this hurricane was sent to punish the city for Southern Decadence. I tend to disagree. Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed very quickly and the survivors were turned to pillars of salt. If it is what the clergy says it is, God is getting sadistic in his old age.

In any event, I then found that had I been reading the Times-Picayune all this time I would have found out about the slow strangulation of FEMA, and the slashing of the Army Corps of Engineer's budget. Coulda, Shoulda Woulda, lots of that this week.

I'm tired. I will try to talk about the reaction from my own private Lake Wobegoen after I get some sleep.

Posted by Spicolli at 4:40 AM

September 2, 2005

Hurricane Katrina Presents: Iberville Never Saw THIS Shit Coming! (True Thoughts From A True Evacuee!)

Here I sit in Baton Rouge pondering upon my uncertain future. The wrath and fury of Earthly weather patterns, although quite tame relative to most of the other planets and moons, still shows us how fragile humans really are, even in the years beyond 2000. I could literally write all day about the random thoughts that have plagued my mind since Saturday. I've been forced out of my Cingular calling area... I hope they will find it in their hearts to credit me for roaming. I hope that Bellsouth (Telephone/Internet) doesn't charge me for service this month... that goes for the Electric (Entergy), Water, and Natural Gas Bills as well. I've been rotating emotions such as angry, sickened, happy, puzzled, and zombie-like... all in random order and ongoing.

Why angry and at whom? Well, for one, the government. I feel as if they've let me down, yet again. Not so much in the relief and rescue department (although that's looking shady as well), but in the preventative maintenance. Facts are, and even for someone who has never lived through anything remotely similar to this (probably the most devastating and costliest disaster to ever happen in America), I KNEW full and well that the scenario that played out like a slow motion bulldozer was inevitable. It was inevitable that a hurricane would build up massive strength and roll through New Orleans and the surrounding parishes. It has happened in the past and came close to happening many times. Even old Iberville and Bienville could have told you, for it happened to them as the early colonies of New Orleans were formed only to be destroyed within years of their origins. I'm sure that they'd be rolling in their graves, wondering why we would only build and barely maintain a levee system fit to handle a small to medium sized storm. Forget the hurricanes affectionately named "Camille" and "Betsy", they pale in comparison to the most recent one, "Katrina". Now, I don't know who's responsible for this dilemma, but sometime after the storm has passed (no pun intended), I'd be willing to bet that certain citizens and public officials fingers' will be seeking some people to point at. Is it the levee board for neglecting to ensure our safety? Army Corps of Engineers for incompetence? Federal Government for refusing to fund such critical needs? Or is it my fault, for being born here and choosing to support the City I grew up in by purchasing a house here? Well, I doubt that it's my fault. Whoever's fault it is, I believe that the investment and survival of the New Orleans' Area was compromised. The moment that my government decided to start designating commercial, industrial, and residential zones, I believe it should be their highest priority and responsibility to use whatever power they have and do whatever is humanly possible to ensure the safety and integrity of the area in which they govern. Simply put, building a levee system to only protect the city from a moderate hurricane was quite insufficient and NOT the best they could have done, as we all can plainly see now. It is a deliberate INSULT to every HOMEOWNER who invested their lives in the New Orleans Area and every BUSINESS who's done the same.

Jesse Jackson reared his ugly hypocritical ass on the media again talking smack and using his faded race card in his empty and ignorant rhetoric. First off, why does this asshole get any media attention at all? Since when does he have any integrity? He's as predictable as old faithful, but far more useless. He said Bush was "incompetent"... well I agree, but we all knew that already. He said that the media was "criminalizing victims" in New Orleans by focusing on the violence. The media (to attempt be fair and balanced) SHOULD focus on all aspects of the events unfolding. This includes poor african-type americans who are not looting, but STEALING liquor, SHOES, ELECTRONICS, and various other NON-ESSENTIAL items from local stores. People shooting guns and raping others. Defecating wherever they please (especially in the Superdome). Some of the good citizens could not get help because of hoodlums using their firearms and making rescue attempts unsafe. These same people could have been with other evacuees or long gone when the evacuation order was initially given. But a little "nothing to lose" attitude on top of a "don't give a fuck" attitude that already existed could be an explosive combination in any town. These (the looters and ones firing guns at authorities), unfortunately, are the types of citizens that no city would want. I'm sure that Mr. Jesse Jackson would not want them in his city as well. I'm sure it's the same reason that Atlanta, Memphis, and other relatively nearby cities aren't coming to the rescue to take in some of our less fortunate and possibly dangerous people. Jesse also (of course) claims that slow rescue efforts and such (you fill in the blanks) are because of racism among the authorities. The MAYOR is black, the National Guard GENERAL is black. Also, the people or New Orleans who need help and are getting it are mostly black, while the people of St. Bernard Parish and Chalmette who are mostly WHITE have not gotten ANY supplies until supposedly tonight (September 2nd, 2005). So, as much as I hate having Bush speak on my behalf as an American to other countries, I'm sure that there are many blacks who'd rather Jesse Jackson not attempt to represent their people as well. I for one believe Jesse Jackson is far more racist than most, if not all of the people he claims are. This asshole is a shit stirrer of complete, grade "A" bullshit. Yes, the relief and rescue efforts have been quite appalling, but race is not necessarily the issue. Most of the people in the city are black. Most of the poor citizens left behind are black. So most of the evacuees are in fact, black. Therefore, by pure circumstance, any slow resonse or failure in the efforts affect mostly black people. In contrast, without FEMA nor the Red Cross nor the Salvation Army nor the State Police nor the National Guard, people in Houma have found a way to provide organized shelter, food, water, and medical care to their over 2500 evacuees.

Want to hear about another hypocrite? I'll keep this one shorter. House Speaker Dennis Hastert (Republican Representative from Illinois) has voiced his doubts about the whether the government should dump any federal funds into rebuilding New Orleans. Here's a guy who, as a republican, seems to stand by a president who likes to dump funds into rebuilding a third world chaotic Iraq and Afghanistan, but NOT a city in one of the 50 states of his own hometown country? What a complete fucktard prick. He doesn't even go by Republican Protocol which states that money and military should be assembled and used wherever there are oil rigs and/or refineries! Who's going to disagree that we should take care of shit at home before we start writing checks elsewhere?

Now, before you may question my comments on what had gone on at the Superdome, know that it is based on first hand testimony from someone I work with... Her and her husband were forced to stay at the dome for a couple of days.. and the horrors told in detail would probably have to be censored from the mainstream media news reports. Rapes, dead bodies put in the dome coolers, defacating and urinating all over the place, and of course violence. These descriptions don't do them any justice, but that doesn't undermine that the nightmare is quite real and detailed.

I've been having feelings of being quite fortunate. I've got my health. All of my family members are safe. I have a place to stay as long as necessary in the Baton Rouge area with water & electricity. I also still have my job, as we had an office here in the Baton Rouge area. I'm far better off than most, even though my house is sitting in possibly 10 feet of water along with various belongings and two cars (neither of which are mine). Many have no where to go. No jobs to go to. No family to help. And maybe have had tragic losses of close friends or relatives. Some of the victims could have prevented it. Some could have left, some didn't want to leave, and some were just plain ignorant to the power of the storm.

I hate to say it, but as much as the government is trying to help, they are NOT NECESSARILY RESPONSIBLE for saving your ass, especially when you could have saved it yourself. Some of the attitudes were just amazing. People demanding to get a handout (or "get theirs", if you will). There were also many good and civilized individuals who did need help as it didn't come fast enough. Like I said, some had no choice to but enter a local shelter. It's a shame that there are disruptive individuals doing criminal activities who are complicating matters for other evacuees who only want to survive.

I was miffed and perplexed as to why Fats Domino's rescue was hailed as a good thing... all that I gathered from it was that he was a man with the means and capital to make a hasty retreat, yet unwisely chose to put himself in harm's way. So they had to send a helicopter (and possibly a barge as well) to get his ass out of the 9th ward. Sounds like he found his thrill under 12 feet of water (sorry, couldn't resist!).

In spite of how fortunate I may be relative to most others, I still find myself dazed and in a zombie-like funk. So many questions and each dependent upon the answer of the next. My life has been lobotomized into a state of directionlessness. When will I get to see my house? How much damage from wind, water, or trees are there? When can I file my claims? Will there be anything left to rebuild or any type of civilization to go back to? These few examples are not even the tip of the iceberg of the number of questions that me and most people must have going through their minds. So how did it all begin?

Saturday, August 27th, 2005, at around 7AM, I wake up to the alarm clock, eager to get a start on my day, for this day was scheduled tubing trip at Wayne's World Tubing and Cameoing in Enon, Louisiana (Near Bogalusa and about 55 miles north of New Orleans). I waited forever for J-Pop to finally get ready (and his girlfriend) and then pick me up. We were running late for our 9AM rendezvous at the Sav-A-Center in Slidell, La. You know, the one near HWY 11 and HWY 190. To complicate matters, J-Pop had to pick up his friend in New Orleans East, but it's cool, because most everyone else was running late as well. We met up there with Jimbonizer, my brother, my sister, parents, brother in law, sister in law, and one of J-Pop's friends. We set forth to Enon, La and when we got there, there was a less than usual crowd. We paid, got our stuff, and headed for the bus to bus us to the Bogue Chitto river. We got in.. tubed.. drank.. swam... ate... urinated.. and enjoyed our 4-5 hour long floating venture. At the end of our trip, we got in our respective vehicles and headed home. I then got a desperate text message on my battery juice deprived phone just itching to run dead on me. Jessica was warning me of the chaos unfolding as the hurricane forecasters inched their predictions closer and closer to New Orleans. Most people were panicking and preparing to evacuate while we were floating down a river, drinking beer without a care in the world. The world as we knew it, however, was about to change drastically. There began to be trouble from the start.. contra-flow (where all interstate traffic is oriented in one direction) was about to start soon, and we were not sure if we'd be able to get back to St. Bernard Parish. J-Pop tried using his OnStar service a few times with hilarity and hi-jinks, but they were, in truth, not much help in the emergency evacuation route department. Jessica, meanwhile, was picked up by her mom after packing a few things and headed to Baton Rouge. By the time I finally got home, it looked like staying home and riding out the storm would have been quite an unwise decision. I made myself a couple of TV dinners.. talked to CJ on the phone a while.. watched some TV and calmly planned my route taking my sweet ass time. Not sure what to expect, I cleaned and wind-proofed stuff in my yard and around the house, put my PC in my car along with my old valuable baseball cards. Most of my other stuff that I may want are in my second floor office, where I recently moved all of my "reese" stuff into. As I look back now, I can see my couch, table, chairs, fridge, bed, dresser, lawnmower, washing machine, and dryer all possibly underwater, at least somewhat. I hope that it's not too much flood water... I also hope that wind damage is minor.. and I especially hope that no trees found an unwelcoming way into my home. In hindsight, I should have brought more things with me to Baton Rouge (such as my insurance policy on the house!)... but that's in the past now. So anyway, I obviously left for Baton Rouge at around 9PM.. I figured that most people would wait til morning to drive out and not during nighttime visibility. I was right as I breezed through the interstate system and into BR in very decent time. The next morning I woke up to a new strategy... Jessica's family wanted to drive to Weatherford, Texas (outside the Dallas/Fort Worth Area), where they had a relative and a farm house to stay in. We drove there in 12 hours on Sunday. At the first rest stop in Texas, the hospitality was more than great as they set up cookies and free drinks for refugees. On Monday morning we had breakfast and tried to enjoy the quaint yet friendly lifestyles that this small Texas town had to offer. It was hard to fully enjoy the time spent, as our minds (especially mine) was elsewhere. It was hard to get good news coverage, mostly national coverage was available. I tried hard to find local useful news by using the shortwave radio, TV, and regular AM signals. On Tuesday morning, we drove back to Baton Rouge, since power had been restored in this area. Along the way, I've managed to contact a limited amount of friends and family on their whereabouts and safety. Everyone wound up being fine in the end. And now, my life, my job, and my sanity (for now) appear to be living in Baton Rouge.

Posted by Reese at 11:49 PM | Comments (2)