20th Anniversary: Hurricane Katrina...

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 I reread my posts and realized it sounded GFIAFP 9/11ish thread. So, I saved a family of a…beavers. Yeah, that’s what I did, saved a fat beaver.

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 This day was emotional. I couldn’t reach anyone, family or friends. I was pretty much isolated and very alone. All I had was my battery powered AM radio and spirits along with Mr,Clarence. I was wanting my wife and mom to know I was fine and also how they were In Houston. Listening to the radio was beyond depressing. Even though my house was ok for the most part, I couldn’t listen anymore so I took a walk to the river blocks away. On my way there I helped a good looking chub (38D) find her cat Frenzy. An old lady asked me to check her house and her gas. I took a peak in her fridge and it was full and knew it was going to rot. Told her I would check on her. Came across a cop sleeping in his cruiser and let him know I lived there.  Then got to the levee,finally.

 First thing I noticed was the strong smell of diesel. When I got to the top on the dry side, the river was maybe nine feet from topping the levee. And there was a Bollinger dry dock barge that was on top of the levee. That’s where the diesel came from. Helicopters blanketed the sky, and looking to the New Orleans side was quiet but flooded. I went  back to see if the cell line was working, no luck. I just wanted to know he had he left or not. That was my scariest time. WTF was I thinking? 

 

 

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 Day four and still haven’t spoken with my family. Not being able to do was beyond frustrating and emotional. A cop would come every once in awhile if was sitting on the porch, which was often, especially at night. He knew my sister in law and he let everyone know I was fine, as were our properties. So fawking hot that I got used to it. Was the mosquitoes and flies that I couldn’t take, so I stayed inside at night and listened to the radio. I was itching to get out and drive, but didn’t. Ice had melted, was drinking water from the bathtub I filled prior. Dropping deuce in the yard and eating raviolis out of the can. The only thing I was worrying about was my cool pops and where he was. 

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Day six, still no power, cell phone would make this funny different noise, like “memo…memo…memoo” and hang up. No calls coming in either as cell towers were mangled like lawn chairs thrown away after fat camp. The helicopters were everywhere 24/7. It was to the point I was used to them, that I knew what make and model they were. Chinooks were my favorite. They would fly over the neighborhood with large sand bags to fill in the broken levees. It’s fun to say”chinook” when you’re buzzing. Like saying “Antonio Banderas”. 
 

 I hit some golf balls to the lot across the street whilst the caravan of Entergy trucks was heading to the mall parking lot a mile up. At least a hundred. I yelled four a couple times. In the early morning before sunrise they would head on out to somewhere. One of the coppers said some were working in my area. There was a house of rep guy that lived close by. 

 

 Then at nightfall you could the gun shots across the river in the city.And also was when they began picking up refugees from the dome and convention center and bussing them out. Ther were also fires in certain areas of the city and you could see them well as there were no lights on anywhere. No pron, just faded memories of the chub sammiches from the past like Sticky Vikki and Janet The Planet. More yard work for day seven tomorrow.