Bored Now

[Corlyss_D]

Experiencing Katrina saturation here. I can't get a decent news report of anything else happening in the world for all that compassion-clutter. If Rehnquist hadn't died, it would be Katrina 24/7.

[jbuck919]

Wanna know a secret? Even though CNN is the only English channel I get, I have not tuned in to it once in the last week. In fact, I have relied entirely on word of mouth for everything I know about the storm.

Why? Once, many years ago, when I was a child, I survived a force 5 storm. Nobody has to tell me what that is like.

[Ralph]

Experiencing Katrina saturation here. I can't get a decent news report of anything else happening in the world for all that compassion-clutter. If Rehnquist hadn't died, it would be Katrina 24/7.

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Go the New York Times site: there's scads of news and features.

[Corlyss_D]

I have relied entirely on word of mouth for everything I know about the storm.

You're lucky to do so. Nobody will talk to you as long as you could have a radio on.

[Corlyss_D]

Go the New York Times site: there's scads of news and features.

I'm a very aural person. I want to hear about it, not read about it. I may try to pick up the Sunday NYT tomorrow to scan the leads.

Gotta run - lightening striking all around me . . . must be my evil deeds catching up with me . . .

[Ralph]

Go the New York Times site: there's scads of news and features.

I'm a very aural person. I want to hear about it, not read about it. I may try to pick up the Sunday NYT tomorrow to scan the leads.

Gotta run - lightening striking all around me . . . must be my evil deeds catching up with me . . .

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Nah, it's Maureen Dowd come to visit with you.

[jbuck919]

Here's my story, whether you are interested or not.

When I was eight years old, my family was stationed on Guam, notoriously part of another hurricane alley. In fact, in the 14 months we were there, we weathered four typhoons, though nothing else was lilke Karen.

The military housing was considered typhoon-proof. It was concrete, with louvered windows as is typical in the tropics.

We knew it was coming, but nothing could have prepared us for it. At the first instance that a louvered window simply blew out, we confined ourselves to the small kitchen. My father pushed up the heavy appliances against the living room and outside door. There was still a small louvered window which at some point blew out, sending my mother into near hysterics. Only love of children got us through that night.

In the morning, men from my father's unit came and rescued us. They lifted my sister and myself into the back of their truck. We saw that every window in the house had been blown out. All the furniture was gone. The double sliding doors in the bedroom closet had been ripped out of their slots and were nowhere to be seen. It was the same with all our neighbors. That housing area was condemned and never rebuilt.

I mentioned cheerily to the guy who picked me up that I was sure glad he was there. He didn't say anything. I thought he was being rude. It was only many years later on reflection that I realized that he was simply too deep in shock to speak.

[Ralph]

Here's my story, whether you are interested or not.

When I was eight years old, my family was stationed on Guam, notoriously part of another hurricane alley. In fact, in the 14 months we were there, we weathered four typhoons, though nothing else was lilke Karen.

The military housing was considered typhoon-proof. It was concrete, with louvered windows as is typical in the tropics.

We knew it was coming, but nothing could have prepared us for it. At the first instance that a louvered window simply blew out, we confined ourselves to the small kitchen. My father pushed up the heavy appliances against the living room and outside door. There was still a small louvered window which at some point blew out, sending my mother into near hysterics. Only love of children got us through that night.

In the morning, men from my father's unit came and rescued us. They lifted my sister and myself into the back of their truck. We saw that every window in the house had been blown out. All the furniture was gone. The double sliding doors in the bedroom closet had been ripped out of their slots and were nowhere to be seen. It was the same with all our neighbors. That housing area was condemned and never rebuilt.

I mentioned cheerily to the guy who picked me up that I was sure glad he was there. He didn't say anything. I thought he was being rude. It was only many years later on reflection that I realized that he was simply too deep in shock to speak.

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Thanks for sharing that terrible experience. So much for "typhoon proof."

[Corlyss_D]

Here's my story, whether you are interested or not.

Fascinating story from the bull'seye, John. I trust there were no lasting effects, save for a dislike of big noisy winds.

[jbuck919]

Here's my story, whether you are interested or not.

Fascinating story from the bull'seye, John. I trust there were no lasting effects, save for a dislike of big noisy winds.

You know, Cor, I love bad weather. It is insanely improbable but having survived that whiich must be unsurvivable, I welcome that which we can in fact routinely endure.

[Corlyss_D]

You know, Cor, I love bad weather. It is insanely improbable but having survived that whiich must be unsurvivable, I welcome that which we can in fact routinely endure.

Me too. I had to run out in the middle of all that lightening here last night just to watch. I used to love to stand on the bolders that formed the breakwater opposite our house in Marina de Pisa to feel the wind from the North African Bora.