Hurricane Katrina (... Thanks for your prayers).
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YAY!!! He's back..good to hear from you Kent.
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thank god your safe kent. Good to see you back.
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Where to begin a story like this is difficult, please be patient with this- my first attempt to descibe The Storm.
First things first... My family and I have all survived the storm. "We" have been fortunate, maybe even blessed, regarding the results of this storm.
Sunday night...
Blake and I are out front doing our usual song and dance with something new on our minds. All day long Blake was the only one in my family to say "we need to evacuate." My Mother and Father reacted in typical fashion... "Let's just wait it out and see what happens; if things get really bad we can just pick up and leave."
I sat back and watched my family go through anything but the "calm" before the storm, all the while maintaining my stance that "the trees are our only danger."
However, that day and night were nearly perfect!
The town was emptied out like I have never seen. The weather was perfect with moderate heat and only *50% humidity, I've rarely had the pleasure of such a fine day in Louisiana.
At about 11pm, while Blake and I were out in the yard there was a loud crack of noise. Almost like thunder but sharper and without any rolling noise to follow. It was the power being shut down by our local company in an effort to pre-empt the storm.
After the darkness settled-in Blake and I took to our rooms and tried to get some sleep. Both of us were relatively successfull in that regard, we both slept well and felt well rested in the morning.
My parents were not so lucky. They had an alarming wake-up at about 3am when a tree crushed through the metal frame and screen surrounding the back deck. After that point I don't think "mom or dad" had a moment of rest.
However, morning came and we were all fine- the real danger was still ahead.
I woke up around 10am feeling good and ready to face the day... It was gray and dreary as if the storm was just dying down, not exactly what I expected. Over time I noticed that the rain was minimal but the wind was incredible. This added to my already existant fear of tree-damage to our property but I did my best to stay calm.
That calm was stripped away quickly when I found the first sign of danger.
Our nieghbor "Tom" HAD two large pine-trees in his front yard. As I walked through the front of my house I noticed what looked like a long vertical fracture in one of them.
It seemed like a "stretch-mark" on a tree where the bark had been pulled away to reveal the bare wood underneath.
I found it so concerning that I called my family to the front windows and told them to look it over... Sure enough, as if the tree was waiting for an audience, it snapped and fell at the perfect moment where all four of us were watching.
We all reacted with a hoot as the tree initially broke but once it landed and began to slowly cut through Tom's house each of us became aware of the danger that surrounded us. The atmosphere of the house changed at that moment. We all became silent and uncomfortable.
So there we sat, huddled in our dinning room. Most of that time was a blur of reading and praying (the fact that I started drinking whiskey-n-water around noon doesn't help that "blur"). None the less, we all stayed in that one room waiting for a snap of our own.
Over the next few hours I was in a cycle of drinking, pacing through the room, and reading my book. During that time there was a constant barrage of breaking trees, far too many to count, still not enough to empty the forest of its ammunition against us.
Our back yard included some of that forest and the tree I had slowly come to call "The Great Pine" was on my mind. It was twisted and bowed out before the storm, I doubted that it could hold-on for enough time to survive the winds. This doubt of mine was made worse by the never-ending whine of wind against the house.
Finally two enormous breaks came to eleviate our strees. Yes, the snapping of those two trees was like music to our ears... You see, our own back yard harboured a few great pines, they were of chief concern to us throughout the storm up to that point. However, when both broke and instantly struck fear into our hearts, only to land on our next-door neighbor's house, we felt relaxed again for a moment as if we had dodged a bullet.
It was not comfortable but it was still bear-able; that is, until I found another "stretch-mark." This time it wasn't across the street but instead, directly next to our house. This was a huge pine that would lean over the house with any kind of wind, not to mention hurricane force winds.
When I found that tree and showed my parents there was a moment where we all hoped I was wrong. However each time we tried to convince ourselves of that, Tom's house would catch an eye and remind us of what happend last time I called out a tree's weakness.
And so, we waited... Waited and waited...
BOOM!
The tree fell and unlike the others in the immediate area, this one really landed on the house. It was an amazing feeling, the vibrations, the sound, every last bit of that tree ran through our bones as it landed and let us all know of its presence. At first it was horrible to think of what happend and the sight of this tree hanging over our house made things worse by the second.
However, as we all started to realize that the house was still intact and all of the family was still accounted for, a joy came over us.
So here we were in the middle of the storm, a family of four drinking champagne and laughing away the stress that had loomed over us for so long that day. It was like all of our prayers had been answered.
From there on out it was smooth sailing (atleast for that day). We all waited-out the storm with books, prayers, and concerned looks for the group. The wind continued to howl and hiss against our house but even in our most fearfull moments there was an air of "we already survived the most dangerous part!"
Our only concern became the water damage... Several branches had fallen from incredible heights and managed to penetrate straight through the roof and attic. Luckily none of us were hit by these missles, but unfortunately they all created holes in the roof that allowed water to easily flow down into the house. We couldn't exactly patch things up right then so a scramble for buckets was made. We got the situation under control and the water damage was kept to a minimum.
As the day wore on the wind died down and the light rain began to stop. Our fear of leaving the house eventually left us and a tour of the area seemed like a good idea.
First our own house, then our street and eventually the whole hood. It was at this time that we realized just how bad the storm had been. Natural gas was in the air nearly everywhere, countless trees had fallen, dozens of houses were cleaved into sites of wreckage unlike anything any of us had seen before.
My family and I walked through the neighborhood that afternoon wondering what we were thinking when we decided to stay but at the same time giving thanks to a higher power. We all recognized the gamble we had just won but in this case it wasn't a gamble for sport- it was a gamble for life.
Eventually we all returned to reality and within moments our recovery efforts began. First was the natural gas line at our next-door neighbor's house. His line was leaking badly and we knew it would be serious trouble if it was not addressed immediately. Being quick on our feet, "Dad" and I got a wrench and cut off the leak. Unfortunately, that was not the only house with a gas leak and we weren't prepared to take care of the entire area. Instead of trying to work through the neighborhood taking care of other people's abandoned houses we decided to work on our own.
Tending to the water damage, preparing lights and food for the coming time without electricity... We knew it could be a bad situation but just how bad we weren't sure of. By the end of day-light hours we had prepared everything we could think of. Our food was stored away and our battery powered lights were ready to go.
Sleep didn't come to us easily that night, or any other night for several days. The anxiety created by watching and feeling mammoth pine trees fall on houses was enough to keep anyone awake. This problem was compounded by our new situation- no air conditioning. Sure that's a trivial element to this story as a whole, but when you're trying to fall asleep in 90+ degrees it can be a bit uncomfortable (even when you've been drinking whiskey all day). However, eventually we all got some sleep, some of us more than others, but indeed we all nodded off for atleast a bit.
The next day we woke to the sobering experience of sweat already on our brow and food we couldn't make on our minds. The sun was as bright as ever but the air was cooler than usual.
Our day seemed daunting enough considering what we had just finished going through. However, after a little while we all started to notice the damage again. This time it wasn't tempered by the joy of surviving or the bite of whiskey. Instead, this day's survey of damage brought us a sense of helplessness begging the question "where do we begin?"
Suddenly all of us realized that there were atleast 4 major holes in the roof, a broken tree was resting on the house, and some of our greatest daily comforts were no longer there.
If anything, these complaints should be symbolic of how easy this event was on my family- I thank God for that.
(all things considered, we could have been killed as a group by just one of those monster trees)
That day was easily our least productive. After the day we had just gone through, it would have been hard for anyone to motivate us to get up and get moving.
However, as the days went by we slowly got back into a state of mind that would allow us to work. Starting with the immediate problems like water leakage and holes in the roof, then working our way to bigger problems like finding workers and a crane to move the trees; eventually we got to work and did our best to get things back in order.
(In the end we managed to take care of those problems rather quickly... Within 4 days of the storm we had the tree off the house and within 8 days we had the holes in the roof patched!)
Over those next few days we all settled into our new situation nicely. I went from sleeping in the upstairs to sleeping downstairs on the tile floor like some sort of dog trying to keep cool. Eventually I managed to get around both the heat and the discomfort by sleeping in a tent out front. The tent idea was actually one of the highlights from this. Not only did I get a cool tent and a thick bed of grass, but I also got the best view of the stars I've had in far too long.
It was in the quiet of those nights that I came to terms with the fact that I had been blessed with life. Looking up without any lights for atleast 30 miles in any direction gave me a sense of scale. Thoughts of the Tsunami disaster came to mind as I tried to accept what was happening in New Orleans. It was during times like those that I found the strength to face each day of "boil advisories" and "4 week power outage estimates."
Taking actions like getting in the pool just to get "cleaner" than before is a great example of just how nasty things got. Still though, atleast we were fortunate enough to have such luxuries.
In any case, the days continued to go by. The yard was slowly cleaned up, the trees were removed, cut-up, and piled in the front yard; everything was coming together quite well. People started coming back into town and the relief effort for the flooded areas really started to go full swing.
During any 15 minute period throughout the day it was possible to see a helicopter flying around. Even more amazing than that was the military pressence all over the area. Military cargo planes were making north-south trips every 7 minutes at one point (we timed it for over an hour one day). One thing this event gave me the chance to see for the first time was in-flight re-fueling. Specifically, two "black hawk helicopters re-fueling from the same military airplane at the same time (that happend more than 4 times a day for about a week). Even our little town was being supported and protected by the military. At one point there were armed soldiers just patrolling the lake-front and any other part of the town that was abandoned.
In that same abandoned lake-front area you can find the left-overs of my brothers place of employment as well as the only bar I was a "regular" at. Places like those two are far too common right now. However, they are amazing reminders of what happend during this storm. These resturants, bars, buisnesses and homes were all wiped away as if they were made of paper. Some were left with shells of their former glory, others were left with only the cement foundations they were built on. I have no clue how many will re-build but I have no doubts about the human spirit and our ability to recover from diasters like this.
Even now, two full weeks after the storm struck, I am seeing constant reminders of just how much people will work for what they want and need. That's not mentioning how much other people are willing to help and donate thier time, money, love and attention to the survivors.
Picking up on this "recovery" theme...
My life took an interesting hit- good, bad, or otherwise I can not say. However, my college was based in New Orleans and as I type this it is underwater. As close as I was to my goal I couldn't just sit out the semester, none the less give up all together. So I enrolled at a new school just the other day. It's about the same distance away from home as the other school and will be a much better setting for my education. The odd thing is, even at my new school the hurricane follows me. I watched a "Black Hawk" take off from a soccer field today!!!
Sights like that are beginning to fade away though. Military cargo planes aren't flying over as much and power is back on in many areas. In my own house we finally have power, phone, and air conditioning again (each of those took approximately two weeks to get back online).
So with all of these luxuries back at my disposal I find that I am slowly slipping away from the disaster. People are still displaced and suffering but at the same time things have become surreal. Where I was once only a moment away from disaster taking the most important things in my life, I am now in the lap of luxury. It seems now like the hurricane was easy on my family and I. Where as other people are dealing with completely rebuilding their lives, I am simply dealing with the dozen or so mosquito bites and nasty sun burn on my neck (not to mention a few serious economic crunch this has put on my family).
Recovery seems to have many meanings. For some of us it was saving what we could, for others it was simply getting food and water. For those of us who were the most fortunate, recovery has been learning from the experience and growing to appreciate life more than ever.
I'm happy to say I was one of the fortunate ones in all of this. My family is safe and our home is still intact. The love and support of our friends and family has been plentiful and for the most part we are all healthy.
Having our luxuries back is nice, but having the people I care about and the few whom I love still here with me is the greatest reward to the gamble of not evacuating.
How this story ends, I'm not sure. It hasn't ended yet and for many the story has only just begun. However, in time I am sure there will be many other stories just like this one. Each with a new take on the storm, each with a new message. What I ask those of you who read this is to appreciate life and your loved ones. Don't gamble with your lives, and finally, always make sure you have plenty of batteries.
In closing I want to say this...
So many people have shown love and support for my family and myself throughout all of this- on the behalf of my state, town, and especially my family, I want to say thank you.
Thank you.
This would been much harder without the love and support of so many. That is especially true for a few of you out there... You know who you are.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you've enjoyed it.
Sincerely,
-Kent Hoggatt
First things first... My family and I have all survived the storm. "We" have been fortunate, maybe even blessed, regarding the results of this storm.
Sunday night...
Blake and I are out front doing our usual song and dance with something new on our minds. All day long Blake was the only one in my family to say "we need to evacuate." My Mother and Father reacted in typical fashion... "Let's just wait it out and see what happens; if things get really bad we can just pick up and leave."
I sat back and watched my family go through anything but the "calm" before the storm, all the while maintaining my stance that "the trees are our only danger."
However, that day and night were nearly perfect!
The town was emptied out like I have never seen. The weather was perfect with moderate heat and only *50% humidity, I've rarely had the pleasure of such a fine day in Louisiana.
At about 11pm, while Blake and I were out in the yard there was a loud crack of noise. Almost like thunder but sharper and without any rolling noise to follow. It was the power being shut down by our local company in an effort to pre-empt the storm.
After the darkness settled-in Blake and I took to our rooms and tried to get some sleep. Both of us were relatively successfull in that regard, we both slept well and felt well rested in the morning.
My parents were not so lucky. They had an alarming wake-up at about 3am when a tree crushed through the metal frame and screen surrounding the back deck. After that point I don't think "mom or dad" had a moment of rest.
However, morning came and we were all fine- the real danger was still ahead.
I woke up around 10am feeling good and ready to face the day... It was gray and dreary as if the storm was just dying down, not exactly what I expected. Over time I noticed that the rain was minimal but the wind was incredible. This added to my already existant fear of tree-damage to our property but I did my best to stay calm.
That calm was stripped away quickly when I found the first sign of danger.
Our nieghbor "Tom" HAD two large pine-trees in his front yard. As I walked through the front of my house I noticed what looked like a long vertical fracture in one of them.
It seemed like a "stretch-mark" on a tree where the bark had been pulled away to reveal the bare wood underneath.
I found it so concerning that I called my family to the front windows and told them to look it over... Sure enough, as if the tree was waiting for an audience, it snapped and fell at the perfect moment where all four of us were watching.
We all reacted with a hoot as the tree initially broke but once it landed and began to slowly cut through Tom's house each of us became aware of the danger that surrounded us. The atmosphere of the house changed at that moment. We all became silent and uncomfortable.
So there we sat, huddled in our dinning room. Most of that time was a blur of reading and praying (the fact that I started drinking whiskey-n-water around noon doesn't help that "blur"). None the less, we all stayed in that one room waiting for a snap of our own.
Over the next few hours I was in a cycle of drinking, pacing through the room, and reading my book. During that time there was a constant barrage of breaking trees, far too many to count, still not enough to empty the forest of its ammunition against us.
Our back yard included some of that forest and the tree I had slowly come to call "The Great Pine" was on my mind. It was twisted and bowed out before the storm, I doubted that it could hold-on for enough time to survive the winds. This doubt of mine was made worse by the never-ending whine of wind against the house.
Finally two enormous breaks came to eleviate our strees. Yes, the snapping of those two trees was like music to our ears... You see, our own back yard harboured a few great pines, they were of chief concern to us throughout the storm up to that point. However, when both broke and instantly struck fear into our hearts, only to land on our next-door neighbor's house, we felt relaxed again for a moment as if we had dodged a bullet.
It was not comfortable but it was still bear-able; that is, until I found another "stretch-mark." This time it wasn't across the street but instead, directly next to our house. This was a huge pine that would lean over the house with any kind of wind, not to mention hurricane force winds.
When I found that tree and showed my parents there was a moment where we all hoped I was wrong. However each time we tried to convince ourselves of that, Tom's house would catch an eye and remind us of what happend last time I called out a tree's weakness.
And so, we waited... Waited and waited...
BOOM!
The tree fell and unlike the others in the immediate area, this one really landed on the house. It was an amazing feeling, the vibrations, the sound, every last bit of that tree ran through our bones as it landed and let us all know of its presence. At first it was horrible to think of what happend and the sight of this tree hanging over our house made things worse by the second.
However, as we all started to realize that the house was still intact and all of the family was still accounted for, a joy came over us.
So here we were in the middle of the storm, a family of four drinking champagne and laughing away the stress that had loomed over us for so long that day. It was like all of our prayers had been answered.
From there on out it was smooth sailing (atleast for that day). We all waited-out the storm with books, prayers, and concerned looks for the group. The wind continued to howl and hiss against our house but even in our most fearfull moments there was an air of "we already survived the most dangerous part!"
Our only concern became the water damage... Several branches had fallen from incredible heights and managed to penetrate straight through the roof and attic. Luckily none of us were hit by these missles, but unfortunately they all created holes in the roof that allowed water to easily flow down into the house. We couldn't exactly patch things up right then so a scramble for buckets was made. We got the situation under control and the water damage was kept to a minimum.
As the day wore on the wind died down and the light rain began to stop. Our fear of leaving the house eventually left us and a tour of the area seemed like a good idea.
First our own house, then our street and eventually the whole hood. It was at this time that we realized just how bad the storm had been. Natural gas was in the air nearly everywhere, countless trees had fallen, dozens of houses were cleaved into sites of wreckage unlike anything any of us had seen before.
My family and I walked through the neighborhood that afternoon wondering what we were thinking when we decided to stay but at the same time giving thanks to a higher power. We all recognized the gamble we had just won but in this case it wasn't a gamble for sport- it was a gamble for life.
Eventually we all returned to reality and within moments our recovery efforts began. First was the natural gas line at our next-door neighbor's house. His line was leaking badly and we knew it would be serious trouble if it was not addressed immediately. Being quick on our feet, "Dad" and I got a wrench and cut off the leak. Unfortunately, that was not the only house with a gas leak and we weren't prepared to take care of the entire area. Instead of trying to work through the neighborhood taking care of other people's abandoned houses we decided to work on our own.
Tending to the water damage, preparing lights and food for the coming time without electricity... We knew it could be a bad situation but just how bad we weren't sure of. By the end of day-light hours we had prepared everything we could think of. Our food was stored away and our battery powered lights were ready to go.
Sleep didn't come to us easily that night, or any other night for several days. The anxiety created by watching and feeling mammoth pine trees fall on houses was enough to keep anyone awake. This problem was compounded by our new situation- no air conditioning. Sure that's a trivial element to this story as a whole, but when you're trying to fall asleep in 90+ degrees it can be a bit uncomfortable (even when you've been drinking whiskey all day). However, eventually we all got some sleep, some of us more than others, but indeed we all nodded off for atleast a bit.
The next day we woke to the sobering experience of sweat already on our brow and food we couldn't make on our minds. The sun was as bright as ever but the air was cooler than usual.
Our day seemed daunting enough considering what we had just finished going through. However, after a little while we all started to notice the damage again. This time it wasn't tempered by the joy of surviving or the bite of whiskey. Instead, this day's survey of damage brought us a sense of helplessness begging the question "where do we begin?"
Suddenly all of us realized that there were atleast 4 major holes in the roof, a broken tree was resting on the house, and some of our greatest daily comforts were no longer there.
If anything, these complaints should be symbolic of how easy this event was on my family- I thank God for that.
(all things considered, we could have been killed as a group by just one of those monster trees)
That day was easily our least productive. After the day we had just gone through, it would have been hard for anyone to motivate us to get up and get moving.
However, as the days went by we slowly got back into a state of mind that would allow us to work. Starting with the immediate problems like water leakage and holes in the roof, then working our way to bigger problems like finding workers and a crane to move the trees; eventually we got to work and did our best to get things back in order.
(In the end we managed to take care of those problems rather quickly... Within 4 days of the storm we had the tree off the house and within 8 days we had the holes in the roof patched!)
Over those next few days we all settled into our new situation nicely. I went from sleeping in the upstairs to sleeping downstairs on the tile floor like some sort of dog trying to keep cool. Eventually I managed to get around both the heat and the discomfort by sleeping in a tent out front. The tent idea was actually one of the highlights from this. Not only did I get a cool tent and a thick bed of grass, but I also got the best view of the stars I've had in far too long.
It was in the quiet of those nights that I came to terms with the fact that I had been blessed with life. Looking up without any lights for atleast 30 miles in any direction gave me a sense of scale. Thoughts of the Tsunami disaster came to mind as I tried to accept what was happening in New Orleans. It was during times like those that I found the strength to face each day of "boil advisories" and "4 week power outage estimates."
Taking actions like getting in the pool just to get "cleaner" than before is a great example of just how nasty things got. Still though, atleast we were fortunate enough to have such luxuries.
In any case, the days continued to go by. The yard was slowly cleaned up, the trees were removed, cut-up, and piled in the front yard; everything was coming together quite well. People started coming back into town and the relief effort for the flooded areas really started to go full swing.
During any 15 minute period throughout the day it was possible to see a helicopter flying around. Even more amazing than that was the military pressence all over the area. Military cargo planes were making north-south trips every 7 minutes at one point (we timed it for over an hour one day). One thing this event gave me the chance to see for the first time was in-flight re-fueling. Specifically, two "black hawk helicopters re-fueling from the same military airplane at the same time (that happend more than 4 times a day for about a week). Even our little town was being supported and protected by the military. At one point there were armed soldiers just patrolling the lake-front and any other part of the town that was abandoned.
In that same abandoned lake-front area you can find the left-overs of my brothers place of employment as well as the only bar I was a "regular" at. Places like those two are far too common right now. However, they are amazing reminders of what happend during this storm. These resturants, bars, buisnesses and homes were all wiped away as if they were made of paper. Some were left with shells of their former glory, others were left with only the cement foundations they were built on. I have no clue how many will re-build but I have no doubts about the human spirit and our ability to recover from diasters like this.
Even now, two full weeks after the storm struck, I am seeing constant reminders of just how much people will work for what they want and need. That's not mentioning how much other people are willing to help and donate thier time, money, love and attention to the survivors.
Picking up on this "recovery" theme...
My life took an interesting hit- good, bad, or otherwise I can not say. However, my college was based in New Orleans and as I type this it is underwater. As close as I was to my goal I couldn't just sit out the semester, none the less give up all together. So I enrolled at a new school just the other day. It's about the same distance away from home as the other school and will be a much better setting for my education. The odd thing is, even at my new school the hurricane follows me. I watched a "Black Hawk" take off from a soccer field today!!!
Sights like that are beginning to fade away though. Military cargo planes aren't flying over as much and power is back on in many areas. In my own house we finally have power, phone, and air conditioning again (each of those took approximately two weeks to get back online).
So with all of these luxuries back at my disposal I find that I am slowly slipping away from the disaster. People are still displaced and suffering but at the same time things have become surreal. Where I was once only a moment away from disaster taking the most important things in my life, I am now in the lap of luxury. It seems now like the hurricane was easy on my family and I. Where as other people are dealing with completely rebuilding their lives, I am simply dealing with the dozen or so mosquito bites and nasty sun burn on my neck (not to mention a few serious economic crunch this has put on my family).
Recovery seems to have many meanings. For some of us it was saving what we could, for others it was simply getting food and water. For those of us who were the most fortunate, recovery has been learning from the experience and growing to appreciate life more than ever.
I'm happy to say I was one of the fortunate ones in all of this. My family is safe and our home is still intact. The love and support of our friends and family has been plentiful and for the most part we are all healthy.
Having our luxuries back is nice, but having the people I care about and the few whom I love still here with me is the greatest reward to the gamble of not evacuating.
How this story ends, I'm not sure. It hasn't ended yet and for many the story has only just begun. However, in time I am sure there will be many other stories just like this one. Each with a new take on the storm, each with a new message. What I ask those of you who read this is to appreciate life and your loved ones. Don't gamble with your lives, and finally, always make sure you have plenty of batteries.
In closing I want to say this...
So many people have shown love and support for my family and myself throughout all of this- on the behalf of my state, town, and especially my family, I want to say thank you.
Thank you.
This would been much harder without the love and support of so many. That is especially true for a few of you out there... You know who you are.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you've enjoyed it.
Sincerely,
-Kent Hoggatt
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- QLD, Australia
- Small_Fryz
Great Write-Up Kent 👍
Glad to know you were ok and all your family is safe! 👍.
Glad to know you were ok and all your family is safe! 👍.
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- GTP_TheCracker
Great post Kent, i'm glad to see that you and your family are safe.
Its good to see an 'insiders' view of it, especially since we get a much less 'personal' report of the whole situation on British news channels and papers.
How does your home insurance work out with natural disasters?
Its good to see an 'insiders' view of it, especially since we get a much less 'personal' report of the whole situation on British news channels and papers.
How does your home insurance work out with natural disasters?
- 891
Kent, it's great to have you back and that you and your family are all okay. I'm sure this storm gave you quite a scare. I know exactly what you went through, (though my distruction wasn't nearly as bad). In my location (Mobile, AL), I was really worried about the flooding. Not even 2 miles away were places under 11 feet of water.
That was a great story you told us, but next time, please evacuate.
That was a great story you told us, but next time, please evacuate.
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