On Fighting the Wind

The media has moved on; and why not--after all, the levees held and New Orleanians were allowed back home.

But it was Baton Rouge that weathered the fury so far inland.

Some of our dearest trees, literally unearthed by Gustav, lay roadside broken and battered--and slain by chainsaws in an effort to restore to us our roads and power. Debris stands roadside like encroaching sentinels; there is a stench in the air that one would like to forget; 10:00pm curfew arrives too soon; entangled power lines droop and snake down to the ground and others were torn down by trees who have yet to meet their true ends.

But we are not lost. We are thankful that ours is not the plight of post-Katrina New Orleans. Although there are some who may have to wait a month for power, we know there is a light at the end of the tunnel--we will manage to rid our streets and homes of the debris and destruction caused by that terrifyingly entrancing windstorm and its 80+ mph winds.

Gustav won the battle, but in the end, lost the war--for we still stand. And he is but a fading memory.

Attached are some pictures that show just a small amount of the destruction, and I will try to post some video of the storm.

http://www.2theadvocate.com/news/27425959.html