hurricane-katrina

What is it with people that own small airplanes thinking they will be just fine if a hurricane passes through?

At least it wasn’t a million dollar lear jet (see my same gripe about New Orleans) but c’mon. That’s like not rolling your windows up when you see rain coming your way. This should be a no-brainer.

The caption reads “A pilot checks over his wrecked plane.”

Also, it’s kinda cool that they are all upside down. Like puppies waiting for somebody to come over and rub their bellies.

Oh, and look! Somebody forgot to put their trampoline in the garage. Who’da thought that could happen when winds topped 100 mph?

The Interdictor: “Things appear to be returning to normal around here:

- The strip clubs are open on Bourbon Street.

- The Saints fumbled away another game.

- We have running water in the building now, which means we can flush the toilets (yeah, its that big of a deal).

- They say there is a hurricane in the Gulf - mandatory evacuation. No one is leaving. Although I did see buses around the CBD offering people rides out of town….what a concept!

- The French Quarter smells.

- I think the whole city is hungover today.”

(more at link, a fantastic resource if you haven’t been following them)

I know this is legally “hearsay” but dammit, this pissed me off. Click for the story and the link to her blog; courtesy of Boing Boing. Now I’m off to the doc to see if they’ll change my meds. Really.

NPR colleague Farai Chideya has been reporting from areas hit by Katrina — aka the “K-Hole,” in grim shorthand: “Uncle Israel took two elderly couples under his wing. One couple was blind. He shephereded them through the evacuation. They were taken by bus to Baton Rouge, then loaded onto military transport planes at the airport.

They werent told where they were going, but ended up in San Antonio, Texas. They were taken to the coliseum and the American Center, all of the evacuees. My uncle was worried about a repeat of the Convention Center fiasco. And then he noticed something. ‘All of a sudden we don’t see any white people,’ he said. All of the white evacuees had mysteriously disappeared.

He asked a volunteering priest what had happened. The priest told him that local hotels were being paid to take evacuees. The white evacuees were told about the hotels. The black ones, says my uncle, were not.”

(emphasis added by me)