DALLAS — I awoke this morning to watch the weather reports from the Gulf, and noticed they had very little to say about New Orleans. I’m going with the no news is good news line of thinking. The exodus was mass. It took me 13 hours to reach Dallas (traveling the long way though). It was a mess. I only had to spend about nine miles on I-10, however, that bit of the journey took me over 90 minutes. Better than some I know who were on I-10 for nearly 12 hours just to reach Baton Rouge (usually about an hour’s drive). Then it was north on I-55 and west on I-20 to the big D. I saw many interesting sites along the way. There was someone evacuating in a limo. Gotta give ’em style points I guess. And those first few exits along I-55 with signs reading “no shelter, only gas” or “no shelter, no gas.” And those convienence stores and resturants off those exits which resembled refugee camps, freaknik and/or spring break. It was nice to get to the Metroplex and see some friends I haven’t seen in a while, but I would’ve probobly ended up here anywhere, because that was about how far you had to travel to find a hotel room. All of Mississippi was booked. As was northern Louisiana, Memphis, Little Rock and Houston. It’s a relief to be safe. Now I get to worry about going home to potential flood damage (I don’t think those two towels I put at the base of my door will hold out flood waters). I just hope the drive home isn’t as congested and frustrating as the drive out. On an ironic note: I drove 500 miles to avoid wind and water damage, then I leave my passenger side window cracked and my car’s interior gets soaked by the sprinkler this morning. Ain’t that a bitch?
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