About 'tuscaloosa train station'|LOST LOVE LETTERS

Ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｋｅｌｉｈｏｏｄ               ｏｆ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｒｉｔａ               ｓｈｏｗｉｎｇ               ｉｔｓｅｌｆ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕｌｆ               ａｇａｉｎ               ｉｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａｓｋｉｎｇ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｎ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｒｉｓｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ.

Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａ               ｍａｔｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ａｓ               Ｉ               ｓｉｔ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈａｄｅ               ｔｒｅｅ,               ｓｉｐｐｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｉｃｅｄ               ｔｅａ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｅｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｃｕｔ               ｇｒａｓｓ               ａｎｄ               ｊａｓｍｉｎｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒ               ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ               ｓｌａｍｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｆｏｃｕｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｓ               ｈａｒｄ               ａｓ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｓｉｓｔｅｒ               ｓｔｏｒｍｓ               ｄｉｄ               ｔｗｏ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ.

Ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ａｃｃｏｍｐｌｉｓｈｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｌｅａｎ               ｕｐ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｄｏｎｅ.

ＦＥＭＡ,               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｉｎｔｅｎｔｉｏｎｅｄ,               ｕｎｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｇｕｅｓｔ,               ｈａｓ               ｓｅｅｍｉｎｇｌｙ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｗｈａｔ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｍｙ               ｓｐａｒｅ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ａｌｌ               Ｉ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｌｍｉｎｇ               ｓｏｌｉｔｕｄｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ               ｌｉｆｅ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ               ｉｎ               Ａｕｇｕｓｔ               2005               ａｓ               ｉｆ               ｉｔ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ.

Ａｓｈａｍｅｄｌｙ               ｔｈａｎｋｆｕｌ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｏｒｌｅａｎｓ               ｂｕｔ               ｗａｎｔｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ,               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｐｏｏｒ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｆｆｅｃｔｅｄ               ｂｙ               Ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               Ｋａｔｒｉｎａ.

Ｋａｔｒｉｎａ,               ｌｉｓｔｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｐ               10               ｍｏｓｔ               ｉｎｔｅｎｓｅ               ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅｓ,               ｉｓ               ｒａｎｋｅｄ               6ｔｈ               ｉｎ               ｉｎｔｅｎｓｉｔｙ               ａｔ               902               ｍｂａｒ.
               Ｏｕｒ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｎｅｗｓｐａｐｅｒ,               Ｔｈｅ               Ｂｅａｕｒｅｇａｒｄ               Ｄａｉｌｙ               Ｎｅｗｓ,               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｅｖａｃｕｅｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｏｒｌｅａｎｓ               ｈａｄ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｓａｆｅｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｂｉｔ               ｏｆ               ｒｅｆｕｇｅ               ａｔ               ｏｕｒ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ＶＦＷ.

Ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ｓｅｔ.

Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｔｏ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｎｏ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               ｏｗｎ               5               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ.

Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒａｇｅ               ｓｈｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｗｏｍａｎ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ.

Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎｌｙ               ａｓ               ａ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｔｈｉｎｋ,               Ｉ               ｒｅｔｒｉｅｖｅｄ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｔｏｒａｇｅ               ｔｈａｔ,               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ               ｒｅａｓｏｎ,               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｈｏａｒｄｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｇｏｌｄ.
               Ｔｗｏ               ｂａｂｙ               ｃａｒ               ｓｅａｔｓ,               ａ               ｂｏｕｎｃｙ               ｃｈａｉｒ,               ａ               ｓａｕｃｅｒ               ｐｌａｙ               ｓｅａｔ,               ｅｘｔｒａ               ｂａｂｙ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔｓ,               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｙｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓｅｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｙａｒｄ               ａｎｄ               ｍｅｔｉｃｕｌｏｕｓｌｙ               ｃｌｅａｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓａｎｉｔｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｖａｎ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ＶＦＷ.

Ｉ               ｄｏｎａｔｅｄ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ａｗａｙ.

Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ.
               Ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ｌａｔｅｒ               Ｉ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｕｔｔｅｒ               ａｍａｚｅｍｅｎｔ               ａｓ               Ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               Ｒｉｔａ,               ａｌｓｏ               ｌｉｓｔｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｐ               10               ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｒａｎｋｅｄ               4ｔｈ               ｉｎ               ｉｎｔｅｎｓｉｔｙ               ａｔ               895               ｍｂａｒ,               ｔｒａｃｋｅｄ               ａ               ｐａｔｈ               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｍｙ               ｂａｃｋｄｏｏｒ,               ｌｉｔｅｒａｌｌｙ.

Ｍａｎｄａｔｏｒｙ               ｅｖａｃｕａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｏｒｄｅｒｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕｌｆ               ｃｏａｓｔ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｆｌｏｒｉｄａ               ｔｏ               Ｔｅｘａｓ.

Ｏｕｒ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               ＤｅＲｉｄｄｅｒ               ｉｓ               ｆａｒｔｈｅｒ               ｉｎｌａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｍｏｂｉｌｅ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｇｉｖｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｎｄａｔｏｒｙ               ｏｒｄｅｒ.

Ｄｅｃｉｄｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｏｆ               7               ｔｏ               ｂａｔｔｅｎ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｔｃｈｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｇ               ｉｎ               ｒａｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｅｘｐｏｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｂｕｒｄｅｎ               ｏｎ               ａｎ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｓｔｒｅｓｓｅｄ               ｒｅｌｉｅｆ               ｓｙｓｔｅｍ,               ｗｅ               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｈｏｍｅ.
               Ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ,               Ａｌ,               ｈａｄ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｍｉｌｉｔａｒｙ               ｄｕｔｙ               ａｓｓｉｇｎｍｅｎｔ.

Ｈｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               3               ｏｌｄｅｒ               ｓｏｎｓ,               Ａｌａｎ,               Ｗｉｌｌｉｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｄａｎｉｅｌ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               3               ｄａｙｓ               ｌｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ               ｃｏｖｅｒｉｎｇ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ,               ｂｒａｃｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ｆｉｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｒａｓｈ               ｃａｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｎｙ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｃｏｎｔａｉｎｅｒｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗａｔｅｒ,               ｏｂｔａｉｎｉｎｇ               ｐｒｏｐａｎｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｕｒ               ｇｒｉｌｌ               ａｎｄ               ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｉｎｇ               ｇａｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｕｒ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｏｒ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               250               ｆｅｅｔ               ｏｆ               ｃａｂｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｌｙ               ｗｒａｐｐｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.

Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               Ａｌ'ｓ               ｗａｙ               ｏｆ               ｃａｌｍｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｆｅａｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｙ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｂｅ               ｒｅｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｇｉａｎｔ               ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ               ｂｏｘ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｅｐａｒａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｏｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｒｅｐｅａｔｅｄ               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｅｖｅｎｔａｔｉｖｅ               ｍｅａｓｕｒｅｓ               ｏｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｒｅｎｔａｌ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｍｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ.

Ｍｙ               ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ,               Ｓｈａｎｎｏｎ,               ｋｅｐｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｙｏｕｎｇｅｒ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ,               Ｊｏｓｈｕａ,               ｏｃｃｕｐｉｅｄ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ｉ               ａｒｒａｎｇｅｄ               ｏｕｒ               ｒａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｏｆ               ｆｏｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｓｔｅｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｕｐ               ｔｏ               ｄａｔｅ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｏｕｒ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ,               ＫＰＬＣ.

Ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｉｎ               ｃｏｎｔａｃｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｒｅｓｅｒｖｅ               ｕｎｉｔ               ｉｎ               Ｌａｆａｙｅｔｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ＫＰＬＣ               ｖｉａ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ               ｂｙ               ｕｓｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｌａｐｔｏｐ               ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｃｉｒｃｌｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｈｉｍ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｓ               ｈｅ               ｗｒｏｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ｅ-ｍａｉｌｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔ:
               Ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ               Ｂｒｉｅｆ:               Ｓｐｅｉｒｓ               Ｈｏｍｅ               Ｆｒｏｎｔ               ＤｅＲｉｄｄｅｒ               Ａｓ               ｏｆ               2100               ＨＲ               ｌｏｃａｌ               22               Ｓｅｐｔ               05
               Ｓ-2               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:               ｓｅｎｓｉｔｉｖｅ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ａｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ａｃｃｏｕｎｔｅｄ               &               ｓｅｃｕｒｅｄ               ａｃｃｏｒｄｉｎｇ               ＳＯＰ,               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅ               ｉｎｔｅｌ
               ｆｒｏｍ               ｈｉｇｈｅｒ               (ＫＰＬＣＴＶ)               &               ｒｅｌａｙｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｅｌ               ｔｏ               ＯＰＳ               ｃｅｎｔｅｒ
               Ｓ-3               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:
               Ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ:               Ｐｒｅｐａｒｅ               ｆｏｒ               ａｓｓａｕｌｔ               ｂｙ               ｆｏｒｃｅｓ               ｋｎｏｗｎ               ａｓ               "Ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               Ｒｉｔａ"               ｔａｋｅ               ａｌｌ               ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｈｏｌｄ
               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ               ｍａｉｎ               ａｓｓａｕｌｔ
               7               ｐｅｒｓｏｎｓ               ａｓｓｉｇｎｅｄ,               ａｌｌ               ａｃｃｏｕｎｔｅｄ               ｆｏｒ
               Ｍｏｒａｌｅ:               Ｈｉｇｈ
               Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ:               Ｈｉｇｈ
               Ｓｈｅｌｔｅｒ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｅｄ               -               ａｌｌ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ               ｂｏａｒｄｅｄ,               ｍｏｓｔ               ｅｘｐｏｓｅｄ               ｆａｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｓｈｅｌｔｅｒ               ｓｔｒｏｎｇｌｙ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｅｄ,               250               ｆｅｅｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｔｅｅｌ               ｃａｂｌｅ               ｓｅｃｕｒｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｆ               ｔｏ               ｍａｉｎ               ｓｔｒｕｃｔｕｒｅ,               16               ｅａｃｈ               8               ｆｔ.

10               ｉｎｃｈ               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ               ｐｏｌｅｓ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｉｎｇ               ｐｅｒｉｍｅｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｓｔｒｕｃｔｕｒｅ,               ｓｈｅｌｔｅｒ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｐｏｌｉｃｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａｌｌ               ｕｎｓｅｃｕｒｅｄ               ｉｔｅｍｓ
               Ｓ-4               Ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:
               2               ｐｌｕｓ               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ｏｆ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｏｎ               ｈａｎｄ,               2               ｐｌｕｓ               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ               ｏｎ               ｈａｎｄ,               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｏｒ               ｆｕｌｌｙ               ｏｐｅｒａｔｉｏｎａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｂｙ,               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｉｎｇ               ｓｕｐｐｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｓｕｐｐｌｙ               Ｏｐｓ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｏｐｐｏｓｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒｃｅｓ               ａｔｔｅｍｐｔ               ｍａｉｎ               ａｓｓａｕｌｔ
               Ｃｏｍｍｏ               Ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:
               Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ               ｆｕｎｃｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｂｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｕｎｓｅｃｕｒｅｄ               ＦＭ,               ＣＢ,               Ｃｅｌｌ               ａｎｄ               Ｅ-ｍａｉｌ
               Ｍｏｔｏｒ               Ｐｏｏｌ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:
               2               ｖｅｈｉｃｌｅｓ               ｄｉｓｐａｔｃｈｅｄ,               ｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｏｆｆ,               ｆｕｌｌｙ               ｆｕｎｃｔｉｏｎａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｂｙ
               Ｗｉｌｌ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｅ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｌａｔｅｓｔ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               ｔｉｍｅ
               Ｗｉｆｅ               Ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:               Ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｏｕｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｎ               ｔｏ               ｌｏｎｇ!
               Ｏｕｒ               ｌｅｖｉｔｙ               ｗａｓ               ｂｒｉｅｆ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄ               ｇｕｓｔｓ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｓｕｓｔａｉｎｅｄ.

Ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｓｏ               ｈａｒｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ               ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｃｒｅｅｐｉｎｇ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ,               ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｉｏｎ               ｓｅｔ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｌｅｅｐ               ｏｖｅｒｃａｍｅ               ｕｓ.
               Ｉ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｓａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｄｄ               ｖｏｉｄ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｗｌｉｎｇ               ｗｉｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎａｌ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ               ｂｒａｎｃｈｅｓ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ａ               ｌｏｕｄ               ｅａｒｔｈ               ｓｈｕｄｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ｃｒａｓｈ               ａｓ               ａ               ｔｒｅｅ               ｕｐｒｏｏｔｅｄ               15               ｆｅｅｔ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.

Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｗａｋｉｎｇ               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｏｐｅｎ               ｍｙ               ｅｙｅｓ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｓｌｅｅｐ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｇｒａｂ               ｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｐｕｌｌ               ｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｏｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｌｌｏｗ,               ｏｂｌｉｖｉｏｕｓ               ｏｆ               Ｒｉｔａ'ｓ               ｔｈｒａｓｈｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ.

Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｉｆ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｄｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｉｏｎ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｂｏｄｙ'ｓ               ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌｓ               ａｒｅ               ｏｎ               ａｕｔｏｍａｔｉｃ               ｏｒ               ｉｆ               Ｇｏｄ'ｓ               ａｎｇｅｌｓ               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｕｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｌｅｅｐ               ｓｏ               ｄｅｅｐｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｕｎｄｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｓｐｉｔｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ'ｓ               ｒａｇｉｎｇ.

Ｉ'ｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｔｔｅｒ.
               Ｗｅ               ｗｏｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄ,               ｎｏｔ               ａｓ               ｓｔｒｏｎｇ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅｌｙ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｂｌｏｗｉｎｇ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｍｉｄｉｔｙ               ｈａｄ               ｒｉｓｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｂｏａｒｄｅｄ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｕｆｆｏｃａｔｉｎｇｌｙ               ｗａｒｍ.

Ａｌ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｄｏｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｓｌｉｇｈｔｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｕｒｖｅｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｍａｇｅ.

Ｓｔｅｐｐｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｒｃｈ,               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｒａｉｎ               ｌｉｇｈｔ.

Ｉ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ               ｇｒａｔｅｆｕｌｌｙ,               "Ｗｅ'ｒｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｈｅｒｅ."
               Ｍａｎｙ               ｔｒｅｅｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｄｏｗｎ,               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｐｒｅｃａｒｉｏｕｓｌｙ               ｌｅａｎｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｇｉａｎｔ               ｔｅｅｓ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｇｏｌｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ               ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｂｒａｎｃｈｅｓ               ｓｔｒｉｐｐｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅｍ.

Ｉ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ｈｅａｖｅ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｅｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｙａｒｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｎｅｗ               ｇｕｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｗｉｎｄ               ａｓ               ｉｆ               ｉｔ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｉｖｅ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｅａｔｈｉｎｇ.

Ｉ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔａｋｅ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｉｔ               ｔｏｐｐｌｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ.
               Ｗｅ               ｌｏｓｔ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               10:00               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈａｎｋｆｕｌｌｙ               ｏｕｒ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ               ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｅｄ               ａｃｔｉｖｅ.

Ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｎｔａｃｔ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ,               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏ-ｗｏｒｋｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｅｔ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｓａｆｅｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｈｏｗｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｉｌｅｔ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｂｌｅｓｓｉｎｇ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｙｓ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｓｋ               ｏｆ               ｓｔａｒｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｘｔｅｎｓｉｏｎ               ｃｏｒｄｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｕｒ               ｒｅｆｒｉｇｅｒａｔｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｎｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ＴＶ               ａｎｄ               ＤＶＤ               ｐｌａｙｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｅｎｔｅｒｔａｉｎｍｅｎｔ               ｉｎ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｓ.

Ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｉｔ,               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               Ｆｉｎｄｉｎｇ               Ｎｅｍｏ,               Ｔｈｅ               Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               Ｍｅｒｍａｉｄ,               ａｎｄ               Ｓｔａｒ               Ｗａｒｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｐｏｐｐｉｎｇ               ｐｏｐｃｏｒｎ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｃｒｏｗａｖｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               Ｋｏｏｌ-ａｉｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｇｕｅｓｔｓ.

Ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅ               ｆｏｒｍ               ｏｆ               ｎｏｒｍａｌｃｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ               ｍａｄｅ               ｉｔ               ｂｅａｒａｂｌｅ.
               Ｗｅ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙｓ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               ｐｉｃｋｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｂｒａｎｃｈｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｌｉｍｂｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｗｅｌｔｅｒｉｎｇ               ｈｅａｔ.

Ｋｅｅｐｉｎｇ               ｂｕｓｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｌｅａｎ-ｕｐ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｍｅ               ｓａｎｅ.

Ｉ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ,               "Ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ.

Ｊｕｓｔ               ｄｏ......"               Ｗｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｍｏｖｉｎｇ.

Ｏｎｃｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ｃａｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｎｅ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒ               ｏｒ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ,               ｗｅ'ｄ               ｍｏｖｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｏｎｅ.
               Ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｓｏｕｔｈ               ｏｆ               ＤｅＲｉｄｄｅｒ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｓｉｎｇｅｒ.

Ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｅｖａｃｕａｔｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               Ａｕｎｔ.

Ｉ               ｃｏｎｖｉｎｃｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.

Ｗｅ               ａｔｔｅｍｐｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｒｉｖｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｄａｙ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ               ｂｕｔ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｍａｋｅ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｐｒｏｇｒｅｓｓ.

Ｈｉｇｈｗａｙ               27               ｗａｓ               ｉｍｐａｓｓａｂｌｅ               ｄｕｅ               ｔｏ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｅｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｌｉｎｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｆａｌｌｅｎ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏａｄ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               2               ｄａｙｓ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ａｃｃｅｓｓ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏａｄ               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｓｏｕｔｈ,               ｗｅ               ｄｒｏｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               16               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.

Ｗｅ               ｃｏｕｎｔｅｄ               52               ｄｏｗｎｅｄ               ｔｒｅｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｃｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｃｌｅａｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏａｄ.

Ｉ               ｔｒｕｌｙ               ｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｅ               ａ               ｂａｒｅ               ｓｐｏｔ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｆｏｒ               150               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｂｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｎ               ｒｏｏｆ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ,               ｌｉｋｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ,               ｐｅｅｌｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｎ               ｗａｓ               ｓｃａｔｔｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｙａｒｄ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｏｄｓ.

Ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｅｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｌｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｉｖｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｅｒｃｅ               ｗｉｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｗ               ｂｌｏｃｋｅｄ               ｏｕｒ               ｗａｙ.

Ｗｅ               ｐａｒｋｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｖａｎ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｉｇｈｗａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｍｂｓ               ａｎｄ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ               ｓｏ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｄｒｉｖｅ               ｃｌｏｓｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ.
               Ｏｎｃｅ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               Ｉ               ｃｈｅｃｋｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ,               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｗａｔｅｒ.

Ｌｉｋｅ               ｍｙ               ｏｗｎ               ｈｏｍｅ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ               ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏ               ｐｏｗｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｓｋ               ｏｆ               ｃｌｅａｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｆｒｉｇｅｒａｔｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｅｅｚｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｉｔｓ               ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｓ,               ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｅｌｄｅｓｔ               ｓｏｎ,               Ａｌａｎ,               ｌｉｆｔｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｄｅｅｐ               ｆｒｅｅｚｅ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｖａｎ.

Ｉ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｗｈｏ               ｗａｓ               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ａｌａｂａｍａ               ｔｏ               ｌｅｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｌｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ.

Ｔｗｏ               ｄａｙｓ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｓｈｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｔｕｓｃａｌｏｏｓａ               ｔｏ               ａｉｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｌｅａｎ-ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ｓｕｐｐｌｉｅｓ.
               Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏ               ｒｅｌｉｅｆ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｅ               ｈｅａｔ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｎｏｒ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ａｎｙ               ｒｅｌｉｅｆ               ａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ａ               ｇｉａｎｔ               ｓａｕｎａ.

Ｗｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｄｅｄ               ｅａｃｈ               ｄａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅｄ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｓｈｏｗｅｒ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｃｌｅａｒｉｎｇ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ,               ｗｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈｕｄｄｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｆａｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｒａｃｔｉｃａｌｌｙ               ｂａｔｈｅ               ｉｎ               Ｓｋｉｎ-Ｓｏ-Ｓｏｆｔ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｖｅ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｓｑｕｉｔｏｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｒｉｐｌｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｓｉｚｅ.
               Ｏｕｒ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｃｏｍｍｕｎｉｔｙ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ.

Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ｌｉｎｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ｒｏｕｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｍｅ               ｂｏｘ,               ｏｕｒ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｏｎｅ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｏｎ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               "ｃｏｍｍｕｎｉｔｙ               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ".

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｄａｉｌｙ               ｂａｓｉｓ               ｂｙ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｔｕｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｏｗｎ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｃｈｏｓｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｓｔａｙ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｒｉｄｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｒｍ.

Ａｌ               ｓｅｎｔ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗ               ｕｐ               ｅ-ｍａｉｌ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｕｎｉｔ:
               ＳＩＴ               ＲＥＰ:               ｗｅ               ａｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ｆｉｎｅ
               ＭＩＳＳＩＯＮ:               ＡＣＣＯＭＰＬＩＳＨＥＤ
               ＨＡＶＩＮＧ               ＳＵＲＶＩＶＥＤ               ＡＮＤ               ＲＥＰＥＬＬＥＤ               ＦＯＲＣＥＳ               ＫＮＯＷＮ               ＡＳ               "ｈｕｒｒｉｃａｎｅ               Ｒｉｔａ"               ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴＬＹ               ＣＯＮＤＵＣＴＩＮＧ               ＡＣＴＩＯＮＳ               ＩＮ               ＴＨＥ               ＤＥＦＥＮＳＥ               ＲＥＣＯＮＳＯＬＩＤＡＴＩＮＧ               ＡＮＤ               ＲＥＯＲＧＡＮＩＺＩＮＧ.
               Ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ               Ｂｒｉｅｆ:               Ｓｐｅｉｒｓ               Ｈｏｍｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ＤｅＲｉｄｄｅｒ               ａｓ               ｏｆ               1800               ＨＲ               ｌｏｃａｌ               24               Ｓｅｐｔ               05
               7               ｐｅｒｓｏｎｓ               ａｓｓｉｇｎｅｄ
               7               ｐｅｒｓｏｎｓ               ａｃｃｏｕｎｔｅｄ               ｆｏｒ
               Ｍｏｒａｌｅ:               Ｈｉｇｈ
               Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ:               Ｈｉｇｈ
               Ｓｈｅｌｔｅｒ               ｈａｓ               ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｎｏ               ｍａｊｏｒ               ｄａｍａｇｅ--               ａｌｌ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｅｍｅｎｔｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｈｅｌｄ
               Ｗｉｌｌ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｉｎｆｏｒｃｅ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ;               Ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ               ａｌｌ               ｐａｒｔｉｅｓ               ａｔｔｅｍｐｔｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｃｈ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ               ｂｅ               ｃａｐａｂｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｒｅｆｕｅｌｉｎｇ;               Ａｌｌ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｓｕｐｐｌｉｅｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｅｄ.

Ｗｉｌｌ               ｓｅｎｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｐａｔｒｏｌ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｃｏｎ               ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ               ａｒｅａ               ｆｏｒ               ａｄｄｉｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｓｕｐｐｌｉｅｓ.
               Ａｓ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｃｏｍｍａｎｄｅｒ               Ｉ               ａｍ               ｈａｐｐｙ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ａｃｃｏｍｐｌｉｓｈｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｇｒｅｅ               ｉｔ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｕｔｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｍｅｎ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｅａｍ.
               ＴＥＡＭ               ＨＯＯＯＯ               ＨＡＡＡＡ!!!
               Ｗｉｆｅ               Ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ:               Ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｉｓ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ｌｏｇｇｅｄ!
               Ｗｅ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｅｌｅｃｔｒｉｃａｌ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ａｂｏｕｔ               10               ｄａｙｓ               ｂｕｔ               ｏｕｒ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｅｌｅｐｈｏｎｅ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｆａｌｔｅｒｅｄ.

Ｍｙ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ,               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｄ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｔｕｓｃａｌｏｏｓａ,               Ａｌａｂａｍａ,               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ａｔ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｉｎ               Ｓｉｎｇｅｒ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               15               ｄａｙｓ.

Ｗｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｉｔ               ｏｎ               Ｍａ-ｍａ'ｓ               ｐｏｒｃｈ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ａｌｌ               ｄａｙ               ｃｌｅａｒｉｎｇ               ｄｅｂｒｉｓ,               ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ'ｓ               ｒｅｐａｉｒ               ｃｒｅｗｓ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｈｅｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ,               "ｗｈｅｎ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｉｔ               ｂｅ               ｏｕｒ               ｔｕｒｎ?"               Ｉｔ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｔａｋｅ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｎｓｗｅｒｅｄ.

Ａｆｔｅｒ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｏｕｒ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｉｎ               ＤｅＲｉｄｄｅｒ,               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｂｅｃｋｏｎｅｄ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｈｅｅｒｉｎｇ               ｓｈｏｕｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｇｒａｔｉｔｕｄｅ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｗａｓ               ｒｅｓｔｏｒｅｄ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｂｙ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ.

Ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               Ｉ'ｌｌ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｆｏｒｇｅｔ.
               Ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｓｔｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｉｄ,               ｗａｓｔｅ               ｍａｎａｇｅｍｅｎｔ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｏｒｍｏｕｓ               ｔａｓｋ               ｏｆ               ｐｉｃｋｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｔｈｅ               ｇａｒｂａｇｅ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ               ｄｅｅｐ               ｆｒｅｅｚｅｒｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅｈｏｌｄｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｕｓｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｇｅｎｅｒａｔｏｒ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｅｅｚｅｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｐｏｗｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ               ｏｒ               ｍｏｒｅ,               ｗｅｒｅ               ｃｏｎｔａｍｉｎａｔｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｒｏｔｔｉｎｇ               ｍｅａｔ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｏｄ.

Ｔｈｉｓ               ｓｔｅｎｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｄｅａｔｈ               ｐｅｒｍｅａｔｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｍａｎｙ               ｄａｙｓ.
               Ｆａｓｔ               ｆｏｒｗａｒｄ               ｔｏ               2007.

Ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｅｅ               Ｒｉｔａ'ｓ               ｉｎｆｌｕｅｎｃｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｃｉｔｙ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｂｌｕｅ               ｔａｒｐｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｄｒａｐｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｍａｎｙ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｒｏｏｆｉｎｇ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｅｓ               ｏｖｅｒｂｕｒｄｅｎｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｒｅ               ａ               ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｔ.

ＦＥＭＡ               ｔｒａｉｌｅｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ａｒｅａｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｒｅｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｎｅｗ               ｈｏｍｅｓ,               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｓｅｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｑｕａｇｍｉｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｌｏｕｉｓｉａｎａ               Ｒｏａｄ               Ｈｏｍｅ               Ｐｒｏｇｒａｍ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｒｕｄｇｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｒｅｄ               ｔａｐｅ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｍａｎｙ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｄｉｓｈｅａｒｔｅｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｎａｔｉｏｎ               ｔｉｒｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｅｍｉｎｇｌｙ               ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ               ｎｅｅｄ.
               Ａｎｄ               ｙｅｔ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｈｏｐｅ.

Ｈｏｐｅ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｆｕｔｕｒｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｂｒｉｇｈｔ.

Ｈｏｐｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｇｈｔ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｕｎｎｅｌ               ｉｓ               ＮＯＴ               ａｎ               ｏｎｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｔｒａｉｎ.

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