September 1, 9:15 AM

Okay, a quick update: we have a dialtone, but we can’t dial out. DSL is up (amazing). Our neighbor is letting us share his generator (he’s amazing), it usually runs the fridge, but I’m using it now for the computer. It’ll mostly run the fridge.

Long Beach halfway down from the tracks is trashed. Obliterated. We don’t hear anything from the Pass or Bay St Louis or Waveland; just rumors of bodies being taken out. Tony and I went to his house on Ford Street south of the tracks in Gulfport near the Long Beach line; his house is standing, but had 4 feet of water in it during the surge. Inside it looks like somebody put water in it, shook it, and let it settle. Five houses closer to the beach, there’s nothing but rubble, rotting chicken from some ship that got trashed in the Gulfport harbor, and what looks like bags of flour everywhere. Probably not heroin, there’s too much of it. Crowley truck containers are everywhere. Dead cats, dead dogs; we couldn’t make it to the beach, although we tried, but some people did and said there were dead things everywhere. Dead seals and dolphins from Marine Life.

The street parallel to Woodward (a north-south road), a couple hundred yards from Tony’s house, has a 200 yard barge sitting on it and where a house used to be. I didn’t notice it at first, even though I was looking right at it. It’s simply too enormous and out of place to register right away. We talked to an older couple who rode out the storm 2 or 3 houses up from where no houses are anymore; they said they had to retreat to the attic at the height of it. They looked pretty beat up. They plan on staying.

We have a line on water now; the Guard is distributing it at Quarles Elementary. We have plumbing; we lost some trees, a few shingles, and had a little water damage. We were lucky. Half our subdivision was under water on the 28th. We weren’t.

Our dog Buddy died at 10pm on the 28th, after the storm. He was an old dog. He hadn’t drunk any water for 3 days; we had no medicine for him except for some Tylenol we injected with a syringe into his colon. Didn’t do a damn bit of good. He was a good dog.

We’re lucky.

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