tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post5980852691513830339..comments2024-01-11T04:26:33.475-05:00Comments on Drifting Through The Grift: Not Fayed Awaygriftdrifthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509712527908530572noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-88160898768429435672008-08-19T14:10:00.000-04:002008-08-19T14:10:00.000-04:00We were on the west side, living off of Gillionvil...We were on the west side, living off of Gillionville Road near Darton College and near the MCLB canal. We were fortunate to be dry and on relatively higher ground but had our stuff packed up at a moment's notice. They evacuated many people in the low-lying projects and in parts of the west side which got flooded/houses falling into limestone sinks -- we tried to help the folks the best we knew how.<BR/><BR/>It is, in my mind, the dividing line between my childhood and the rest of growing up.rptrcubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15959933821252725984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-15184061178571005452008-08-19T13:39:00.000-04:002008-08-19T13:39:00.000-04:00Which side of the river were you on? I was on the ...Which side of the river were you on? I was on the east side in some gymnasium. I stayed in Ashburn and drove back and forth for the first week. The first two days were 12 hours of endless lines of people needing assistance. We didn't get across the river until week 2. The devestation was mind boggling. Houses with water marks all the way up to the windows all the way up to Slappey. I was there for four weeks. Will never forget it.griftdrifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04509712527908530572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-32505374309679168152008-08-19T13:14:00.000-04:002008-08-19T13:14:00.000-04:00Following up on your comment on my blog in re Albe...Following up on your comment on my blog in re Alberto in '94: yup, I was 13 at the time. The first time I saw real, true poverty when my parents made us volunteer at a Red Cross shelter. It was, in retrospect, a preview of Katrina, except fewer people died and some people <I>were</I> actually able to get out. Also volunteered at First Methodist Church, too, where I met a man who hid with his wife in the attic after being trapped by the flood. His wife died while he waited there for rescue, and he was there for a few days with her body.<BR/><BR/>I was also amazed at the number of goodhearted, but dimwitted, people who donated Clorox 2 for cleanup purposes. BLEACH, people. Regular bleach you'd use for your whites.rptrcubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15959933821252725984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-65076439230403190332008-08-19T12:57:00.000-04:002008-08-19T12:57:00.000-04:00doubtfuldoubtfulgriftdrifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04509712527908530572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-26066258673208919652008-08-19T12:52:00.000-04:002008-08-19T12:52:00.000-04:00Several of the models have it going back into the ...Several of the models have it going back into the gulf...that could be a really big problem.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18339673763054572203noreply@blogger.com