I remember being infatuated with Katrina when I was in Jr High. Over the past few days, I seem to have gotten over that case of puppy love.
Just to show how monsterous this storm was, my power was out for more than a day and I was at least a hundred miles from ground zero. Actually over 100k were without power in Pensacola/Escambia County and the storm surge on the beach was 5-10 foot. After enduring Ivan and Dennis within the past year, you would think there couldn’t be any limbs left to fall. I’ve actually had more limbs to clean up this time around because Ivan and Dennis just left broken limbs on the trees. Katrina cleared them out.
The night after the storm was hotter than I ever endured with the previous storms. And then it started to rain. So what’s a guy to do but strip down to a pair of flip-flops and go stand on the back porch? There’s no power… who’s going to see?
Karma sure can be cruel. Just last week I was thinking that it had been a while since I had been to the Quarter. That won’t happen for a while now. Maybe never.