Saturday, August 27, 2005

Hang on tight NOLA.

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When I was a sophomore in college we had 3 hurricanes in the first month of school. By the end of September, we had missed so many days of classes due to University closings that professors had to simply throw away their syllabi. For the students it was fabulous. One hurricane scare brought a false alarm and a very sunny, beautiful day without classes. The second brought rain. Lots of rain. They needed lifeguards at the intersections. The streets were flooded behind my dorm, and we were all completely wet. There was mud sliding on the quad. Beer floating in canoes, and the rowing team brought out the boats. That hurricane, who's name escapes me, turned into quite a party. Unfortunately, it was pre-digi and all of my photos are on actual paper. The third hurricane seemed more ominous. We took the warnings seriously and fled. We were refugees. We fled to Jackson, Mississippi. The trip took us nearly 7 hours, normally it would be about 3. But we had a great week off watching the hurricane experts on The Weather Channel. The hurricane, Georges, took a last minute turn to the west, and left us alone. We returned to our dorms to find the only damage were a few twigs on the sidewalk.

Living in the city of New Orleans, you deal with down pours and flooded streets and you know what it means to park your car on the neutral ground. You see, most of the city of New Orleans is below sea level and the entire city is below river level. Which means that you actually look up to see the river. It's a precarious situation. And it is quite a feat of engineering that the city still stands. I love New Orleans. It'll always be like a second home to me. It holds so many memories of a really great time in my life. It's where I met my husband, and we even ended our first date at Cafe du Monde. The New Orleans I love is more than Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street. I could wax on and on about this city, my memories of it, and my love for it. But today, I'm just hoping that it can weather another storm. That is will somehow be saved yet again from major destruction and flooding. God speed Southeastern Louisiana.

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