Sorry to disappoint, boys and girls, but I survived my weeklong repast
in the wilds of the Florida Panhandle. No, I didn’t finish either of
the books I took along (though I’m a fair way into Snow Crash,
and suddenly I get the inside jokes signified by a few TR aliases). The
major pastime for the trip was watching Katrina news coverage and
analysis, which was made far more resonant by our proximity to the
damage. We suffered no major incidents, other than a gas shortage that
saw us coast into our destination on fumes, but did witness lots of
emergency personnel and volunteers heading back and forth along I-65
and I-10, which made for some interesting sights (props to the guy who
drove the Geo Metro from Alaska to Alabama).
We were pretty well east of the physical Katrina impact, but there were
several non-physical effects to be felt. Besides the gas shortage
(which is still pretty serious in some spots, especially in rural
zones), we passed a few evacuee shelters, and pretty much every
business was offering hefty discounts to people with Louisiana,
Mississippi, and Alabama driver’s licenses (the going rate is a 50%
markdown). We had to make a few trips to the local Wal-Mart and Home
Depot in search of gas cans for the return trip (a scarce commodity,
to be sure), and we saw families buying furnishings and building
supplies, readying for a return trip they weren’t sure would ever come.
We felt a little guilty taking our vacation during this whole mess,
even though it was scheduled months in advance and couldn’t practically
be moved. I guess we did our part to keep the economy going, and I’d
like to think we’ve donated as generously as we could (the local
messages we saw down there continuously reiterated “We have enough
volunteers and leftover supplies, send cash!”). It just made for an
unusual trip, and I’m strangely glad to be back at my desk, being
productive, getting my own world a little more normal again. That’s a
luxury a staggering number of people are a long way from being able to
afford.