A drunken Russian named Ivan
I was one of those who decided not to evacuate for the hurricane. For a while I was unsure if I was going to stay or go. I thought that I would stay up all night and see if they could pin point where the hurricane would hit and then make a decision from there.
As it turns out, our decision to stay was the right one. Our friends tried to escape the storm by fleeing to different parts of Texas only to find 8 to 15 hour drives to get there. When we had talked to them they were all kicking themselves for leaving. Especially when we told them that the local news stations apocalyptic prediction had not come true, at least not this time.
I live right on the Jefferson and Orleans line in Metairie and there is a levee in our back yard to block the overflow of a canal that leads to the lake. Most of are neighbors are elderly and our street has a tendency to flood. So a lot of people decided to park on the levee in the hopes that the higher ground would save their vehicles from any water damage. When I was walking the dogs yesterday around dusk, I happen to look over at the cars and to my surprise there was a police officer writing tickets. It was just before anyone know where the hurricane was going to hit, the first few looters had just been arrested and they had just opened the super dome as a shelter. One has to wonder if there couldn