Monday, September 1, 2008

Good grief, Gustav

After a couple days of insisting to me that they would not leave, my daughter and Dizzy finally evacuated from New Orleans. I'm not sure why they waited so long, except that they were afraid of being separated, perhaps in single-sex shelters. I heard last night that they are somewhere in Mississippi, with one of Dizzy's uncles. My daughter's cell phone does not work there, so details are sketchy. It doesn't look like it will be, as the mayor warned, the Mother of All Storms. But as I watch Gustav approaching on television, and see the ghost town that New Orleans has become, I am glad they decided to leave.