Neither Kels nor I slept well last night. In the middle of the night she said "I keep dreaming about the people in that hurricane." I realized that it was the same thing keeping me up.
The following excerpt from a news report this morning almost brought me to tears.
AP Wire | 08/29/2005 | Superdome shelters New Orleans' residents: "Residents lined up for blocks, clutching meager belongings and crying children as National Guardsman searched them for guns, knives and drugs.
Then Katrina's rain began, heavy and steady, drenching hundreds of people still outside, along with their bags of food and clothing. Eventually, the searches were moved inside to the Superdome floor, where some people wrapped themselves in blankets and tried to sleep.
It was almost 10:30 p.m. before the last person was searched and sent to the lowest level of seats. Superdome regional vice president Doug Thornton estimated between 8,000 and 9,000 were in the building when the doors finally closed for the 11 p.m. curfew."
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Eight to nine thousand people in the seats of the Superdome, wondering if turn their city into Atlantis. I can only imagine what the restrooms will be like if the water system fails. And you know that the majority of those people were unable to bring enough food to last more than a day or two.
The latest from The Washington Post:: "Electrical power at the Superdome failed at 5:02 a.m., triggering groans from the crowd. Emergency generators kicked in, but the backup power runs only reduced lighting and is not strong enough to run the air conditioning."
Add a boat to the list of things I need to go with that disaster relief truck/prayer outpost that I want to build.