Nevenah Smith’s an old friend who moved to New Orleans a few years ago. When hurricane Katrina turned towards Lousianna on Saturday, I asked if she was going to evacuate.
Early Sunday morning she wrote that she, her boyfriend, their cats, and her computer were leaving. They arrived in Madison Sunday night, after driving straight through in the cabs in which she and her partner would normally carry fares.
This got the attention of Doug Moe, the Capital Times’ ‘gossip’ columnist, leading to a photo of them, with one of their cabs, in front of New Oreleans Take Out on Madison’s East Side.
I’m glad Nevenah was able to get out of there. It’s small comfort compared to the thousands who didn’t and either died or went through hell, but I can look at the photo and try to keep from crying.
If you aren’t reading the coverage on Making Light, go over now. Teresa, Patrick, and Jim and company are all over the clusterfsck where I can only sputter in rage.
My brother, who lives outside of Dallas in Rockwall County, says the local relief agency’s swamped with refugees who arrived early in the week, expecting to go back in a couple of days. They need donations of ready to eat food and drink if you’re in the area, money if you’re not.
The Red Cross is handling the main stream of refugees arriving by bus convoy, sending them to Reunion Arena. The Red Cross needs money to help them, even if the Federals are keeping the Red Cross from helping people still stuck in New Orleans.
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