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reply posted on 26-8-2011 @ 03:20 PM by davidgrouchy
I was two blocks from the coast
in Biloxi Mississippi for Katrina.
I don't know if that means anything to the reader,
so here is a picture of the coast.
[photo of devastation]
Anyway,
I didn't see any police or guardsmen for about 4 days,
and even then they were mostly only out at night.
Being the only person who didn't speak spanish in my appartment complex,
(let's hear it for second story appartments)
I gotta say, it was very relaxed and groovy.
The Mama citas would make a little fire next to
large chunk of cement, slap out some tortillas
and brown them on it.
In the evenings, one of the guys would fire up his truck
and play salsa music.
But mostly we all just moved very slow and cautiously.
By coincidence I was reading Steinbeck, "Tortilla flats"
so I had entertainment.
It wasn't until a week afterwards when people who had
evactuated returned that we started having any trouble.
They showed up angry, and just ragging at the world.
Later I found out what they had been showing on TV
that week, and man. TV was a serious threat to our
cool calm and collected little group.
People showed up peeved at the world and looking for a fight.
Behind them were the exploiters and professional looters.
In fact the biggest threat was the millitary guard
who were not from there.
The local cops knew us as the Mexican workers and that other guy.
But I had to carry a copy of my lease agreement to show the guard,
or they wouldn't let me back into the devistated area.
David Grouchy
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