2005-09-04 - 3:30 p.m. I just got the call. Tuesday. 8 a.m. I'm heading to Baton Rouge. As of right now, at least. The location could change. I'll be there seven days. At the minimum. Here is the truth: I have avoided thinking about the hurricane. I have avoided the news. I have avoided looking into exactly how bad it is. Things have gotten through, though. No filter is fine enough, unless you're just completely cut off from everything and everyone. I don't want to know what's going on because I don't want to be disgusted with the people overturning rescue boats and shooting at helicopters and raping 14 year old girls. I'm going down there. I don't know what's going to happen, how safe it will be. I'm pretty sure, though, I'll go down there and realize just how little I'm actually accomplishing. I'm not helping rebuild a house. I'm not giving a thousand dollars to restart a life. We shall see. We shall see. previous - next