More Important Things

It just seems so silly to write about running, miles and marathons when people are trying to burst through their roofs and hope to flag a rescue helicopter to escape a flooded deathtrap in New Orleans.

Sister-in-law remains in the Big Easy, relatively trapped in the hospital where she works. Although they are evacuating, the progress moves slowly. Chances are that she won't be able to evacuate until this weekend. As far as their personal possessions, photo albums, childrens' toys, material memories, basic daily necessities and the like, they have in all likelihood lost everything, as they reside on the east side of New Orleans. Sister-in-law's husband has already scheduled interviews here in Georgia; he is also updating his wife's resume. I think we will all just feel a sense of relief once she's out of the foresaken place.

The main question now is what will become of this major American city dessimated by the hand of nature? One has to question whether it would be prudent to rebuild a city sitting that probably should not exist in such a volatile geographical position. The city is sinking -- sinking, now stinking of the refuse and decay and littered with the trash, both human and otherwise. People now resort to their most base form as criminal activity increases - Lord of the Flies with an ugly metropolitan twist.