Saturday, March 26, 2011

Fried, Sauced and Ready to Eat

Tonight I heard some of the stories of the storm. The Church groups that came down to help, sometimes with and mostly without agenda, and how the Jewish community grew in understanding. The friends who needed to jump out their second story window and swim to a "salvation tree" where with other creatures they awaited rescue. The friend who after watching his gas stove slide around the kitchen, swam under water to find the gas shut-off like in some James Bond movie. No wonder the storm is still a present tense reality.

We also talked fishing for flounder with a spear and fishing for trout in cold weather with a jig line. And we sat outside on a damp warm March night, on the Bayou Denice, a bayou that flooded during the storm pushing water from the rear like a fifth columnist.

But tonight all was peaceful. And beautiful. And inviting. And the waitress called me hon.
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