Sunday, October 30, 2005

Special Report From Florida

With us is special Florida correspondent, my grandmother:

"The night's are the hardest. I try my best with battery operated lamps, but they don't do much. It gets lonely here. During the days, we wait on long lines for bologna and cheese, which is disgusting. But I've lived through it all before and I suppose this too shall pass. I listen to the radio and I've heard some of the stuff going on, but I'm a little lost. Tomorrow, they may serve us peanut butter and jelly, which I'm looking forward to.

I'm a little upset how the media has taken no notice of our situation. While New Orleans got all this attention, we have nothing. There are millions of people here without power or food and need help. We are being ignored because we are old."

Plus, earlier today my stepfather submitted his own report:

"It's like a war zone here. They say we may not get power for another month. What they don't talk about is the sewage problem, which is getting worse. Lack of power means lack of sewage pumps. Your mother and I have been eating nasty food for a week."

1 comment:

Holly said...

Your stepfather is right - it sounds like a war zone, except perhaps without the same dangers.

I lived in war-torn Beirut for a spell some years ago (seems like a lifetime ago, actually), and I can tell you that what your stepfather describes does, indeed, sound like the beginnings of a war zone - only war zones really are much worse places with very uncertain futures, in its most immediate state especially.

The saddest part of it all is that both he and grandmother are right - seems like no one cares because, quite frankly, they aren't experiencing it and they don't see what's going on - distance has that effect on people. Disaster of any kind is often a very lonely place to exist. God bless them all.