divine angst

Times like these I really don’t want to be 1200 miles from my family.

First New Orleans gets hit by the big one—the first in four decades—and now my own hometown is in line to get swamped, having been spared a direct hit for my entire lifetime. Thankfully, my grandparents are already leaving, heading north, and I imagine both sets of aunts and uncles are going with them. That leaves only my godfather, who lives in a small fishing town, too close to the water for my comfort.

I can only think that, as horrific as Katrina was, it had the benefit of making a lot of coastal residents wake up and smell the storm surge. People who would never have left in years past are already packing up their cars and homes and getting away. Thank God.

I only wish I thought this extra caution would last beyond this hurricane season.