They KNEW, Dammit They Knew.

Finally The Weather Channel rebroadcast the episode of It Could Happen Tomorrow, The Lost Episode.

The first episode was completed in April 2005.  It was scheduled to air later that fall.  Out of respect they did not air the episode until just a year or so ago, and in memory of the disaster that happened five years ago, they re-aired it again yesterday.  I missed the first airing, but DVR'd the late night episode.

Watching it again infuriates me. 

When it was apparent that Katrina was massive and heading for New Orleans, Mayor Nagin issued a "voluntary" evacuation.  The people in New Orleans had been warned so many times before, most ignored the voluntary evacuation.  The day before Katrina hit, the mayor finally issued a mandatory evacuation.  While there were still alot of people ignoring the warnings, those that did were now found themselves gridlocked on the highways exiting the city.

Idris Lewis lived in the ninth ward.  He waited for his son, who was to help him evacuate.  By then the authorities were not allowing anyone to enter the area.  Idris waited alone, recalling that waking the next morning, he found his bed floating in water.  Eventually he made his way to the rooftop where eventually a boat happened by that rescued him from being another statistic.Every aspect of the New Orleans' administration knew that Hurricane Katrina was inevitable.

The evacuation plan never seemed to consider the poor that lived in the ninth ward that could not possibly evacuate in such short notice. 


Fran Campbell, Executive Director of the East Jefferson Parish was one administration official that took pre-emptive action. She, along with all the others knew that the levees could not hold during a major hurricane. The difference was that she refused to gamble with her 250,000 people's lives.

"Due to lack of funding we were forced to come up with our own solutions to some of our problems. We had been asking for years for funding from the federal government."

In March 2005, Louis Armstrong Airport runway was being replaced. Ms. Campbell begged for the old runway and her staff worked overtime transporting the broken runway to the East Jefferson levee. "Her" levee held, while so many others did not. I've heard that the Army Corp of Engineers studied and copied some her ideas to re-enginneer the levees.

Watching the episode again, I am again struck by how many experts knew that it was only a matter of time.  They accurately predicted the "bowl" that New Orleans had become would eventually end up being a death sentence for those that could not escape. 

To blame one person, one mayor, one governor, one agency or one President is outrageous.  It was no one's fault and it was no one's failure.  It was everyone's fault and everyone's failure.  I am  reminded of the 15 year old that "stole" a school bus sitting among dozens of unused buses and collected a bus full of people and saved them from becoming another statistic. 

Hurricane Katrina was first a natural disaster that could never be stopped by any human and secondly a failure of humanity to stop gambling with human lives.  

But sadly, as we hear Hurricane Earl heading for the East Coast, I believe that New Orleans is no more prepared today than it was in 2005.  I wish that were not true, but I believe it is true.

God Bless New Orleans and it's people.  In this horrible anniversary, America still mourns for your unimaginable loss.

Beauty and Tragedy

I had been making a "play" for the trip for nearly a year.
The company I worked for held an annual meeting for the sales associates and certain staff members at the JW Marriott in Cancun.  The hotel was absolutely the most gorgeous place I have ever stayed, and we've stayed at some nice places.

Since I was "staff", I knew it unlikely I would get chosen to attend the meeting.  It was three days, including spouses with several meetings interrupting what would have been the perfect vacation.  Every time I handed in a project to one of the executives that held that purse string I jokingly told them to remember that when the annual conference was coming around. 

But then the economy started going south, especially for a mortgage company. 

My boss told me she had bad news and good news.

The bad news was that the conference was cancelled due to the financial condition of the company.

The good news was that they were still giving the qualifying sales associates three days at the hotel, $750 toward airfare at a time of their chosing.  And I was one of the staff that was allowed to go.  Three days with NO meetings and that was BAD NEWS?

I was one of the lucky ones that planned our trip around a time when I could actually find airfare for two for $752.  Oh and I forgot, they gave us $300 spending money on top of the hotel and grossed up the cost so that we were actually paid enough to compensate for the tax that we would have to pay for trip, since it was considered income.

Five years ago today we were packing for our trip.  We were to leave on Wednesday, August 31st.  We planned for 6 nights of which only three were on our dime.

Since we had seen the damage that Hurricane Charlie dealt to Fort Myers and Sanibel, we were worried as the reports of Katrina first came in.  Everyone was predicted disaster of Biblical proportions to the city of New Orleans and the media reports as the hurricane passed over initially sounded like NOLA had dodged a bullet. 

We left on Wednesday morning and arrived to a different, much improved Cancun than we have visited several years previously.

The Marriott lobby was gorgeous.  We asked to be upgraded to a premium room and the overly gracious hostess assured us we did not want to change from the 4th floor room we were already assigned.  She was absolutely right.

This was taken by my cell phone from our room.  What you can't see is to the left we also had full view of the bay.

We spent 6 glorious nights, if I had known how wonderful it was, I would have booked closer to 10.

We stayed right here the majority of the time.

It was the only time I can remember that Bob wanted to do absolutely nothing but relax in these chairs all day long.

The room was so beautiful and was equipped with all the latest amenities of that time, including satellite TV.

We unpacked, took a cab to a Walmart to get some drinks and snacks, which was interesting to say the least and had a quick bite at the McDonalds located inside Wally World.

Back to the hotel and out we went to enjoy the sun, sea and infinity pool.  When we arrived back at our room, a note was slipped under the door.  A $100 gift certificate from my boss  for the upscale and expensive Italian restaurant inside the hotel.  Life doesn't get any better than that.

I turned on the TV and found the first English speaking news station.  And the reports started coming in.

New Orleans may have dodged a hurricane bullet only to have a nuclear blast come through with the breaking of the levees.  I would sit on the end of the luxurous bedding with my hand covering my mouth for hours at a time as I watched the horror grow with each passing day.

Coming in from the infinity pool each day, I could barely turn away from the news reports and remember thinking, how in the name of God does this happen in America.  I felt guilt over sitting out on the balcony looking over the sea and knowing there were people drowning in New Orleans. 

Shepard Smith was on site and his frustration and anger grew with each passing hour.  He reported the bodies floating by the bridge overpasses.

Each time we came back to the room, I would find that I could not leave the TV for hours, shaking my head knowing that New Orleans would never be the same.

We had been there several times and loved the city, the music, the food, the atmosphere.  We rang in the new millenium right on Bourbon Street staying at the beautiful Royal Sonesta. 

Then the blame game started.  It was FEMA's failure, it was Ray Nagin's failure, it was Governor Blanco's failure, it was the Army Corps of Engineer's failure, it was George Bush's failure. 

There was enough failure to go around.  In disasters of epic proportions, the real truth is that we are no match against the sheer power of nature.  We would all like to believe that we have to power to protect everyone, even the poorest of our communities.  We would feel safer to believe that we can control what nature delivers and it is someone's fault if tragedy overwhelms.  Hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, floods. 

People drowning in the ninth ward was not because some administration was racist or didn't care about the poor.  They drowned because we cannot control nature.  Maybe....Maybe....if the funds to strengthen the levees had not been redirected for years there would have been less death and destruction.  The funds were gambled in the most reckless way possible, they bet human lives and the loss was worse than anything imaginable.

The resulting looting and crime should have not been a surprise to anyone who had ever spent more than 5 minutes in the city.  Long before Katrina, it was well known you did not walk north of Bourbon Street at night and you did not go to Louis Armstrong's park at any time, day or night.

My niece had visited NOLA just a couple weeks before Katrina hit.  I talked to her right before she went out to Bourbon Street.  I told her to have fun, but to not carry a purse and not put anything in her back pocket.  Luckily she heeded my warniing, putting her ID and money in her front pocket.  When she went back to her hotel that evening, her hotel key card, buttoned in her back pocket was gone.  She never felt the pickpocket.  

Selfishly I was relieved to hear that Bourbon Street did not bear the brunt of the flooding.  But I wonder what became of the street musicians that made New Orleans what it was.  I wonder if it's returned to any of it's former atmosphere.

One of my best friend's father is a huge jazz fan, Pete Fountain being his favorite.  He had collected massive amounts of jazz records and jazz fans from around the county will sometimes come and visit him to see his collections.  Over the years he had become friends with Pete.

Sadly the great jazzist lost everything in the flood.  My friend's father finally located Pete and packed up his entire Pete Fountain recordings and shipped them to him.  After all, he said, the recordings should belong to Pete.  The collection had to have been priceless.

One day we will go back and stay on Bourbon Street again.  I hope against hope it has the same feel as it did before Katrina's unwelcome arrival.

And just a few weeks later, Hurricane Wilma hit Cancun with a devasting force, leaving the Marriott closed for over a year.  

Money does not protect anyone or anything from nature's wrath.

A "couple" thousand voices

Quiet, reserved, reverent.  America needs to step back and become a God fearing nation. 

I believe we will.

And the winner is........

You men should already know who wins this one.

Help for Vets

Thanks Vets.

Face Lift

Maybe some people feel like it's no different than redecorating their great room, but it drives me crazy.

Unless things get hectic, I read several different blogs during the week.  I don't know, maybe I have a boring life so I have to hijack into other people's lives.

I have only met one other "blogger" (actually I hate that word) and that was because of a shared childhood hometown.

I recognize the blogs, normally not necessarily by name, but by their layout. 

But suddenly, it all changes.  They do a facelift.  I know they just wanted to redecorate, but since their blog layout is how I recognize them, I get really confused.  I click on one of the blogs I read regularly and their online persona has been significantly altered and suddenly Kenny Roger's loses all of his adorable wrinkles and he just looks stretched out and weird.

I have to go back and figure out which person is which, because I have no basis of reference when they get a nose job. 

And then there are those few that just go "poof" in the night.  You click on your link to them and they have disappeared into thin air and it leaves you wondering what actually happened.

Several months ago, I regularly read a blog of an elementary school principal.  She was funny and interesting, but I worried about all she revealed on her posts.  Talking about incidents with parents, giving them funny names and I just wondered. 

Honestly, how long can you remain anonymous when you give alot of specifics what you do for a living, especially when you regularly post about it including funny incidents that happen on certain days? 

I could find alot of material for posts in my current job.   It's like The Office on steroids.  I know most people wouldn't believe some of the crazy, funny things that go on, but if somehow someone I work with stumbled upon that particular post, suddenly I would be "outed".

So I worry that my little, funny blog friend who was a principal was identified.   Did someone find out about her blog?  Did she lose her job?  I hope not, but then again I wondered about her judgement that she didn't realize no matter how funny her posts were, she was referring to real people that could happen upon her post and then she goes, "poof".   Gone.

I'll keep my wrinkledy- black layout for awhile longer, no plans on a face lift either literally or virtually.  But the black show less wrinkles than my face does now.

Perverting his message

July 24, 2010: Indianapolis, City Municipal Gardens hosting a Youth Outreach program:

IMPD Sgt Matthew Grimes was asked to speak to the youth of a primarily black church, Mount Vernon Missionary Baptist Church. He was invited by Pastor James Harrington to spread goodwill among the black youth and the police department.

During his speech, there was an "apparent" argument in the back of the room between two adults that became so confrontational, the office hurried to the back of the room to diffuse the situation. The "argument" quickly got out of hand and then became physical. In trying to break up the disagreement, the participants threw the officer to the ground, injuring his back.

While on the floor, the officer began to reach for his tazer.

It was only then that Pastor Harrington started yelling, "'Don't shoot! This is staged. This has been staged'."

This church Pastor premediated a set-up hoping to entrap a white IMPD officer by staging a fight in front of some troubled black youths. It has now been reported by the local news stations the Chief of Police is calling for charges in this incident

Sgt. Grimes back may be permanently injured according to the doctors and is currently having to be relegated to desk duty due to the injury.

As if that isn't bad enough, the church finally issued an official statement about the incident yesterday, eight days after the incident.

"We first deny any criminal activities as it relates to the actions of Friday evening at the Municipal Gardens. Mt. Vernon did not organize nor participate in this event," said Vernita Moore, Mt. Vernon trustee. "Rev. Jimmy Harrington acted in his own individual capacity as a member of the community."

Instead of the "We first deny any criminal activity..." they should have FIRST apologized for the actions of their "pastor". Sadly, the late Mozel Sander's former church has now shamed his name. And perverted Dr. King's message. Both of these fine men would be turning over in their graves.

Racism is racism, no matter the color. And, as a warning, all racists comments of either kind will be deleted.

I only wish Sgt. Grimes hadn't waited so long to pull the tazer. If the participants and the idiotic, racist Harrington had a few volts of a tazer jumping through their bodies, the shock might have, just might have zapped Dr. King's message into their brains. But I doubt it.

With our black youth being "led" by the likes of Harrington, is there any wonder why there were TEN kids shot during Black Expo this year?

This has now made national news, if the Pastor thought this was going to go away easily, he is sadly mistaken.


August 28, 1963, Lincoln Memorial, Washington DC

He said: (emphasis added)

"But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.


We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

...
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." ...

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. ...."

So many people seem to have forgotten Dr. King's last seven words.