8/19/2016

Not Once

In May 1980, we lived in Lake Charles.  Late one Thursday night, it started raining, and about 20 inches of rain fell in 12 hours or so.  Much of the town and surrounding area flooded, including many, many houses.  Our house did not flood, but it was very close.

I do not remember, even one moment in time, thinking that a politician needed to come see us and tell us all would be OK.  I don't remember the governor or anyone else saying anything, let alone the president.  We just wanted to get things dried out, and get on with life.  Cars were lined up at shops all over town, with the seats upside down on the tops and hoods of the cars.  The most important thing needed was the garbage trucks to come haul off all the wet carpet, insulation, and sheet rock piled up along the street.

I guess I was too young and stupid to understand the critical nature of a political statement on site.

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