A colleague of mine flew to New Orleans a few days before Hurricane Katrina hit. There as one of 200 consultants for the College Board (read SAT), his plans got thwarted when Katrina hit. The roof was blown off the ballroom, and there was no transportation out. He was stuck there for almost a week. Here’s one of the photos he took of the devastation.
The members of the [Sheraton] hotel staff were very well prepared for this type of emergency and also were very supportive and professional. They were able to provide food and water to drink during the following days. We , however, did not have water to bath or electricity for several days,
… my room was on the 24 th floor, the lifts seem to require electricity to operate (odd); [so I] got some killer calf muscles now.
I'm a fish. My mouth forced open, the jaw about to be unhinged, and in the surgical lamp, my eyes stare unblinking like those of the guy in A Clockwork Orange. I hate the cold hooks in my cheek: the clamps that pull me up, the metal against the lips, the suction, the nets of surgical suture thread. I'm flopping on the dentist chair, a trout on the floor of some Thai fishing vessel, alone, wide eyed, and wondering (at my age!) "Where's my mommy?"