Friday, September 02, 2005

I welcomed this post from Sarah G., which reassures that the Audubon Zoo and the Aquarium are in good shape.

I still can't get through to the Johnsons in Covington. As I understand, there are something like 875,000 phones out in Louisiana.
So, if I have one image to keep from the past 30 years, it is the one of riding the Staten Island ferry in 1976 with a Dixieland jazz band on board.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Gasoline supplies are low in the area now.
Scott Chaffin can help.
More local news.
Sorry I was short with you the other day, hon. Gary Farber has lots of good links.
Phil is OK. This is good.
Mr. Hlatky is right.

Lucy moped and called my name the first evening I was gone to Dallas, I'm told.
More.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

I think I like Governor Blanco in an emergency.

I'd like her better if she carried a 45.
Dallas runs an oldies station. When I made that run I heard this song:

Different strokes for different folks,

And so on and so on and and shoobie do be do,

Oooh, sha sha,

We got to live together.

I am every day people.
You know, kids aren't so bad.

I sent a load off with Michael and his girl to the community center on Hwy 15. They have comforters, clean sheets, some towels and some clothes.

Lyman and I have 850 minutes on the telephone beginning tomorrow, and constant access to search lines on the computer.

I sat Ivan out, but not Katrina.
I'm worried about the Johnsons down in Covington.
My brother-in-law's brother lost his house in Gulfport. He's bringing his family up to stay in Natchez.
This is how things are locally.

I need to see what I can do.

Here's something else.
This station covers well.
I keep seeing the same footage of Negroes looting shops. They be rioting. Wouldn't that be entertaining?

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I'm becoming picky about this. In this post by Glenn Reynolds the reporter in the story says that the area looks like a war zone.

As a journalistic, advertising, PR kind of gal I'd say you don't want to describe the effects of a natural disaster that way in a time that you are making war.

(It might also help if you've ever seen a war zone. Interestingly enough, of all the things my brother threw away, he kept his Army uniform. He is an authentic Vietnam Vet. I have some letters. He wasn't on the front lines. But he did weigh about 140 at the time.)

Not that there's much ultimate difference.

Just sayin'.
Hey. Home.

We're high and dry here.

Cell phones are screwed up. Some people in Natchez are without electricity.

I'm seeing hurricane pictures for the first time. So many devastated people.

Monday, August 29, 2005

OK.

Time to break this down.

Stay safe y'all.