The devastation and destruction wrought by Hurricane Florence on our East Coast triggered a memory of a conversation that I overheard 13 years ago.
On August 29, 2005 Hurricane Katrina was making landfall and the storm surge was pounding New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. I was in the final hour of a Graveyard shift and making my appointed rounds of the Golden Gate Bridge Plaza and the Administration building. I stopped in the Security office to catch a quick glimpse of the television set that they used to monitor local and national breaking news.
Two of our young security staff members were standing motionless watching the flooding and evacuations underway in the 9th Ward. One of them said to the other:
“You ever been to New Orleans?”
“Yeah. It’s just like Detroit, but with better bars.”
My thoughts and prayers go out to our family, friends and the residents of the Carolinas, the Southeast, and the Eastern Seaboard. May you find the strength to get through this storm—and the aftermath—and rebuild your lives and property.