By 8:30, most -- if not all -- of the local stores were closed. There are a few random Circle K types convenience stores open with long lines at their gas pumps. Carl tried to run one last errand, but could not get out of the neighborhood. Hwy 30, (which intersects with I-10), had a zillion refugees from New Orleans. Hwy 30 runs parallel to 1-10 and becomes Nicholson -- which, for those familiar with the Death Dome of LSU (the stadium), Nicholson runs right by that stadium. I don't know where everyone is going. It's scary to see they're just now getting out and may still have hours to go before they get somewhere safe.
Most of the gas pumps are empty. I doubt if there will be a tank of gas available here by tomorrow.
Posted by toni at August 28, 2005 09:11 PMI hope Carl's errand wasn't important.
Hang tight -- and why do I have a feeling Bobbie Faye is going to have to battle a hurricane in an upcoming book?
Posted by: pooks at August 28, 2005 10:12 PMNot too important. Just a few last minute extras he wanted, but nothing necessary.
And I suspect you're right about Bobbie Faye.
Posted by: toni at August 28, 2005 10:29 PMwhy do I have a feeling Bobbie Faye is going to have to battle a hurricane in an upcoming book?
I'd like to put odds on Bobbie Faye. I say, TKO.
Posted by: Diane at August 28, 2005 11:07 PMHang in there, Toni! Stay dry. And I'd have my money on Bobbie Faye too. Hands down.
Posted by: Betsy at August 28, 2005 11:28 PMThanks, Diane & Betsy. I'm glad you all would vote for Bobbie Faye in those odds. She's definitely kick-ass.
Posted by: toni at August 29, 2005 12:13 AM