After much distress, we ended up thankful to spend the night in a clean room in Livingston, Alabama last night. We finally made it to Nashville this afternoon where we watched the world mercifully decide not to end this time.
As anyone who glances at the post below can tell, I'm obviously pissed. I've got a long shit list involved here which includes... just about every local political official (names to be named later), the State of Mississippi, CNN, MSNBC, The Weather Channel, every weather-person involved in the Gustav forecast who isn't named Bob Breck (Breck was the only one to get it exactly right. Much more on this later), the guy who stayed in the room next to us last night, Alabama drivers, and whoever is responsible for leaving yet another barge in the Industrial Canal during a hurricane.
But this is not the time. I may be pissed, but I'm also incredibly thankful. I'm thankful that... while Gustav has caused much loss of life and property in Louisiana... the no longer unthinkable catastrophic events of three years ago were not repeated. Labor Day weekend in New Orleans will forever be a time for us to meditate on those events. This year that exercise became more involved, more costly, and more exhausting than any of us had planned.
Relief, exhaustion... anger somewhere... but mostly just a blinding headache right now. More when this finally ends.
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