Despite the remonstrances of some readers, I am not a ghoul. I have, however, remarked upon the vagaries of nature with some rather ill-scrubbed humor.
Make no mistake. Rita is a monster. The latest predictions I saw put the storm surge as far as 50 miles inland, unto the eastern suburbs of Houston. Fuck!
I fully understand that Jack Straw and Rankin' Rob will be somnolently appreciative should a certain two KFCs in Galveston be wiped from the face of the earth, however my biggest concern is for my buddy Jim, who has had to abandon his boat, his home, in Galveston to seek higher ground with his cats. I fear for the Sloop Dawn. Too often one sees the aftermath of killer storms, and sailboats stacked upon themselves like pick 'em up sticks.
Here's to Jim, and Bee Bee, and any other folk in the path of this nightmare.
Hey hey...to JIM!!!
Posted by: Sam at September 22, 2005 11:05 PMAll of these states governed by Republicans will be alright.
I feel for Jim. It's okay if they bump my taxes up a little to look out for Sloop Jim. Like New Orleans, Galveston has wonderful characteristics all but sublimated to a lazy, dangerous native populace.
Texas City sits between Galveston and Houston. It is the largest petro-industrial complex in the world. If it takes a direct hit, we're looking at $15.00 a gallon gas for a month at least. That's where all the refineries are.