August 28, 2008
Expecting Gustav
I've been watching and waiting all night for them to cancel classes tomorrow, but no luck. I mean, if the threat of a hurricane doesn't at least get you out of your job, what good is it?
Jokes (even only half-jokes) aside, it felt eerie this morning driving to work and not know whether or not we'd be evacuating soon. When I left my classroom tonight, I wondered if I would be returning. There's a palpable electricity in the air about Gustav. It's all my students want to talk about. Two of them showed up early this morning and I conversed with them about their experiences during Katrina. No one, except those of us who didn't live through Katrina, are taking any chances with Gustav. As for us, we're holding off a bit. We're supposed to move this weekend, so we're hoping to get situated before we take off and leave everything to the looters.
Posted by kea at August 28, 2008 11:28 PM
oh i hope everything worked out fine and still does!!
I hope you'll be safe. Maybe it will just pass by . . . very scary I'm sure!
WOW! Good luck Kate! I'm thinking of you. And I hope all goes well with the move. We need to talk soon! (when you have a chance, that is). I miss you. ;)
Oops, guess the first one did post! ;)
Who taught you how to report on hurricanes? You can't approach a hurricane story with any trepidation or wiffle-waffle (yeah, it's a word. A journalism word). In my earlier years, when my camera man used to tie me to the pier weeks in advance of any oncoming storm, I would fight for every hard hitting interview I could garner from anyone brave enough to talk to a no-holds barred, no pulled-punches journalist strapped to a post with discarded fishing tackle. Sea captains, single mothers, carnies, bloated bodies drifting by face down in the rising tide, men in top hats--anyone. And if that storm took an unfortunate turn towards Cuba, it didn't matter. I stuck it out until the next hurricane, or until the Coast Guard cut me down, whichever came first. So go get a microphone, a fashionable slicker, a stack of laminated reading material, and get out there and get that story!