One goal in life, in my life anyway, is to try and live my life in such a fashion as to have as few regrets as a possible. Don’t want to wake up one day and say, “If only I’d done this instead,” or “I should’ve done that.” Or worse, “Wished I’d done that when I could.”
The Big Easy is under water, and Sunday night, it was Cat 5, but by landfall Monday morning, the new reports I was getting suggested Cat 4, and dropping. Looked like it was looping north, maybe northeast, marching through Mississippi.
The first regret was not heading straight to the Superdome to ride the storm out. That would’ve been entertaining, right in the thick of it. Superdome’s supposed to withstand 200 MPH winds, so it would’ve been safe.
The other regret, and this is a serious one, “Hey, Mom, I’m heading over to Louisiana now…” Perfect Monday morning phone call.
But seriously folks:
I just got around to the new article in the New Yorker magazine about Kinky’s bid for governor. How I feel the pain. Last time I saw Kinky Friedman, he did have that hollow-eyed look, like “I’ve been on the road for 21 days….”
More serious:
Coffee as a vitamin (anti-oxident) source? So coffee is now a health drink.
Less serious:
Life in a man-made lake?
