At least, that’s what the weather shamans are saying.
I’m headed to work. Don’t know when I’ll be back. It’s getting nasty out there. A few minutes ago, I saw an old lady fly by on a bicycle with a little dog in a picnic basket strapped on the back.
Our area (northeast quadrant of the predicted landfall) is predicted to get a much higher storm surge than we saw during Hurricane Rita. They’re talking 20-24 feet, but I’ll believe it when I see it.
We’re gonna hunker down until the winds die down, and then hit the ground running, trees and floodwaters permitting.
Don’t worry about me, folks. I lettered in Hunker back in high school.
If we get the devastation some of the more panicky talking heads are predicting, I’ll expect to see an army of volunteers descend upon southwest Louisiana to help clean up the mess – all of you attired in spiffy new Ambulance Driver tee shirts, dammit!
Y’all watch the place while I’m gone. I’ll try to phone updates to friends if I can.
