Katrina

Y'know the days get closer to the one year anniversary of the hurricane and I have to say I'm starting to get a bit choked up about it. Spike Lee's documentary is probably worth checking out, I don't have HBO, so hopefully I can find someone to tape it. It's weird it took a long time to finally be comfortable living outside of that disaster, and now that a year has passed, I really have to respect the fact that it's not over in the least. Sure I don't have dreams of waking up in a pool of water and I don't shudder at the thought of swimming(although I still haven't bought a bathing suit or went swimming yet), but I still well with tears when I think about that week and everything that all of us went through. It makes me miss 3904 Bienville and the wonderful neighbors that I hadn't even met before the water rose so high that we all had to decide how we were going to get out. My thanks and gratitude go out to the many people that helped myself, Susie and others to survive and finally get out of there. My blessing to those that didn't have the heart to take responsibility. The brief story of what happened to us is here, it doesn't come close to broaching all that happened in that week, but it'll at least give you an idea of how vunerable we were as a community and as a country. And how important it is that we utilize the opportunities of this upcoming election to ensure that locally and federally we have leaders that will take those responsibilities and not leave thousands of people to die because of a misplaced agenda.
Oh and a hat tip to the General, for reminding us when humor isn't funny anymore.