Aftermath of Katrina
As I sipped a cocktail in the air conditioned lounge of the country club after a relaxing round of golf, my thoughts drifted to the plight of the Katrina evacuees. Guilt, even shame, crept over me.
Had my home been in
Life has reached a focal point where my main thought is to hang on to that toothbrush. What tomorrow brings has no meaning today, because the problems of today are all-consuming. Perhaps there will be some food, and, with luck, a shower.
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