So, here we go again. A few weeks ago, as I was working my day job, cashier-small gas station/convenience store in the exurbs of New Orleans, some travelers stopped in to ask directions. As usual my intentional Yat accent clued them in that I was from the Big Easy. So one asked, “Why did you leave New Orleans?” Truthfully and succinctly, I replied, “I got tired of running away from hurricanes!”
Luckily, I (or rather we – my lovely wife, the better half of we) did not have to run far. We are only an hour away from our beloved hometown, and live the country life we dreamed of for many years. But now – without running away – we have to sit and watch the latest storm to go by.
So what do writers and historians do while the storm passes? Well, after getting all the usual preparations in place, this writer and historian can pursue the ultimate dream. I sit here and read history and write history.
Quite accidentally, I made groceries this weekend, so we don’t have to worry about food supplies. After three years at our new home, we were finally able to set up the connection between the portable generator and our home water system. So – food, water, reasonable safe shelter, I get to WORK ON MY BOOK !
One positive thought about watching a storm go by – Nota Bene: A PASSING STORM – not one passing over your house, is that these storms usually foreshadow the coming of fall on the Gulf Coast. and if you do not or no longer live here, THIS IS A BIG DEAL !!!
Be careful, and back atcha later.