Katrina

I was living in Dallas when Katrina hit. I was infuriated that so many people were left stranded in such a desperate situation, and baffled by the seeming total lack of urgency to help them.

I still remember vividly welling up with tears of anger and sadness while driving down I-35, at a first-hand report I heard on This American Life shortly after the hurricane while the city was still under water. I considered trying to go to New Orleans myself to help, but realizing how futile and possibly even foolhardy that would have likely been, I stayed put.

Like many others, I gave money to the Red Cross, and we prepared to accept strangers into our home if that opportunity presented itself. I even got involved in state politics, but the candidate I supported was ousted by Delay’s (probably illegal) gerrymandering.

That was around the time we decided it was time to get the heck out of Texas. (No offense to friends and family in Texas: There’s a lot to like, but for us the Pacific Northwest is a better fit.)

Originally written as a comment on a Facebook post by Dave Winer.

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