Tuesday, August 31, 2021
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My son-in-law is a driving to a disaster area. Some people call it Baton Rouge; he calls it home. Best case scenario: the right to food in the fridge has not permanently ruined the appliance and can be thrown out with a grimace. Several trees could have fallen on the roof. The power is almost certainly out. Trees may be blocking access to history, the whole neighborhood, or a larger area. He may run out of gas waiting for access to a pump at the last station that still has power. Or he may have driven past that one and nd run out of gas on the interstate shoulder. He's not a fool, doing this for fun. He is in the essential employee, and has to show up tomorrow morning. I think I worry more here than I would if I was driving the car. Well, this whole situation could be much much worse, and it is, in New Orleans, where we used to live. Blessings to be counted, but there's anxiety, anyway.
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