As bad as Tuesday was, Wednesday was worse. As bad as Wednesday was, today was worse. But of course you cannot turn away. Because this is important, because it’s infuriating and heartbreaking and, in tiny glimpses, heartening. And because if you turn away, your eye may fall on the Grosse Pointe News, and see this headline:
INFLUX OF RABBITS ANNOYS GROSSE POINTE GARDENERS
Honestly, after what I’d been watching, it was something of a relief. I read every word. Apparently there’s a product you can buy called Liquid Fence. It’s like that stuff you paint on kids’ thumbs to get them to stop sucking.
Gas here is at $3.17. I”m proud to say the only petroleum product I used today was to cut the grass — we went to the dentist on bicycles today. This is unnecessary halo-polishing; one of the things I like a older cities/inner-ring suburbs like this is the proximity of commerce, and we’re fortunate to be fairly close to our commercial strip. The dentist is maybe 3/4 of a mile away, and we could have walked, if it came to that. A woman in the waiting room was fretting on her cell phone that it might hit $4 by the weekend, “if they have any.” This, also, strikes me as unnecessary, even unseemly to complain too much about this, at least until the misery in the south is eased a bit.
If nothing else, the last few weeks of summer boating will be less crowded. As my friend John says, “One thing about sailing — the wind is free.”
Not much bloggage today — I’m emotionally exhausted. But there’s this, a brand-new blog started by a guy I wrote about once in Fort Wayne. Its premise is this: His wife is en route to Louisiana to find her mother, whom she’s been unable to reach since the storm went through. The punchline, such as it is, is that his wife’s name is…Katrina.
Hence the blog: Katrina vs. Katrina.
One other thing: Would one of you Rush listeners confirm whether he said today that “nobody made those people live in New Orleans”? I’d be interested in hearing the context, if anyone can provide it.
All I know is this: People who live in Palm Beach houses shouldn’t be throwing that particular stone.