After all the hooplah and hand-wringing, Hurricane Dennis hit the panhandle of Florida, deflated into a tropical depression, and took swirly-patterned rains and winds into my old home, the Midwest.
New Orleans wasn’t entirely spared. We sustained heavy winds, unnecessary rain, and many falling objects. These included tree limbs, metal frames, and drunken tourists in the FQ. Don’t yell “Timber!” at the Spur Station.
Lake Pontchartrain, 26 miles across and 30 feet deep, hosted raging waves and threw up its usual fare of salt water, driftwood, and assorted trash. Our visitors from WI sat with D and me inside the safety of The Dock to enjoy hurricanes with the hurricane.
All in all, Dennis didn’t do much to New Orleans, or Louisiana for that matter, but may have caused massive destruction to one of BP’s platforms in the Gulf of Mexico. In reality, officials aren’t sure what caused Thunder Horse to tilt into the water by 20-30 degrees, but for now, we may blame everything on the hurricane, even bad grades and toothaches.
Never fear, the Quarter isn’t under 20 feet of water. Yet.
Fiddlesticks, here we go again. For the record: Tropical storms we can handle.
premonition, eh?
all the best,
s.b.
Then the premonition comes every year. It’s not a question of if it was going to happen, but when. The funny thing about humans is that each of our generations strongly believes that the worst can’t happen in its lifetime. But, it does. And we move on.