What Is In Your Emergency Kit?

With Southern California out with no electricity, homes burning up in Texas, tornadoes across the country, devastating heat waves, much of the Northeast under water (and more water), earthquakes, and the threat of terrorism in New York and Washington DC (which means it could happen anywhere), are you ready? Is your emergency kit been inspected, updated, and do you even know where it is?

ocnspr3house1standAt a minimum, your emergency kit needs:

  • First Aid Kit
  • Blankets
  • Bleach
  • Camp Stove And Fuel
  • Can Opener
  • Candles
  • Compass
  • Duct Tape
  • Dust Mask
  • Extra Batteries (Of All Sizes)
  • Extra Glasses And/Or Contacts (And Prescription Information)
  • Fishing Lines And Hooks (Or Simple Hunting Gear)
  • Flares
  • Flashlight
  • Hats
  • Knife
  • Latex Gloves
  • Maps
  • Matches/Lighter
  • Medications For Pain, Diarrhea and Constipation
  • Pet Food
  • Pots/Pans/Dishes For Food Preparation
  • Prescriptions (Actual And Paper Refill Permissions)
  • Preserved Food
  • Radio – Battery Powered and/or Crank
  • Rain Gear
  • Rope
  • Salt
  • Scissors
  • Sewing Kit
  • Signal Mirror
  • Sugar
  • Preservable Condiments
  • Sun Lotion
  • Sunglasses
  • Towels
  • Trash Bags
  • Water
  • Whistle
  • Wrench/Pliers And Basic Tools
  • Writing Equipment

Sure, it’s easy to buy a ready-made kit, but don’t trust it after a year. Check it. Replace all bandages that have aged (lost their sticky), water, food, and medicines that have passed their expiration date. Make sure there is enough water for at least three days for drinking, cleaning, cooking, and personal use. Ensure it is stored in BP free, potable containers and change it every nine to twelve months.

Games and books to read out loud or alone are excellent for families and groups. There is nothing like a good book to distract and make time pass quickly. Continue reading

Hauling Away Hurricane Katrina

Train line, Mobile, Alabama, filled with cement debris from hurricane katrina

I found this image in my files. I was driving through Mobile, Alabama, and saw the railroad had been repaired with fresh gravel lining the fixed rails. Hurricane Katrina had done its damage along much of the railroad system that followed the gulf coast, washing out and twisting the rails like licorice sticks.

I liked the perspective of the rails heading towards downtown, and decided to wait until the train had passed when I noticed what the open cargo cars were carrying. They were hauling tons of cement slabs, broken up remains of the many foundations destroyed by the hurricane. I skipped waiting and grabbed as many shots as possible as the train passed, and I love the results of the cement in the trains echoing the light colored fresh gravel between the rails.

Hurricane Ernesto: Stress and Water Rises Again

We had a lot of plans of things that need to get done this weekend, and now our plans are changing. Again. I turned on and found out that Tropical Depression 5 is now Hurricane Ernesto and computer models show it on a path that may turn right for us.

While the models are just models and not certain fact, recent familiarity with hurricanes in the Gulf Coast now make us very wary. Yes, this hurricane could fumble and stall. It could twist and bend and smack elsewhere. Or it could come roaring right down our throats.

By Wednesday we should have a better clue, one way or the other, if this hurricane is coming for us. It could hit Friday, Saturday, or Sunday at the latest, if it continues on its present course and anticipated speed.

Now, folks, are you paying attention? Probably not. But read this closely. A hurricane is coming to the Gulf Coast of the United States and will be here by Friday. Are you packed, ready to evacuate, or ready to hunker down and get NO HELP for three to five days or more?

If I know Americans, I’d vote for not, but for us, we’re changing all our plans today and the next few days to pack up and prepare for evacuation.

Everything outside must be put inside, tied down, or tossed out. That includes all patio tables and chairs, umbrellas, plant stands, bird feeders, drying racks, and plant pots. It also means I need to get into my garden and pull out all the stakes which label what I planted where, as these can become flying debris. Hoses will be curled up and ready to store. The awning snapped and broke while I was gone and Brent removed it and stashed it under the trailer, thinking some part or piece might be salvageable. Well, all of it is for the trash heap now. We don’t have a place to store it if we move and time is short here.

A lot of things will get thrown away just because we don’t have time to mess around with things between our work and preparations to evacuate.

In the past few weeks, Brent and I have done a lot of fixing on the trailer in anticipation of a job change, as the contract is near its end. Tires need to be checked and inflated, and water tanks cleaned out and refilled. Still, a lot of the repair work has been done, though work still needs to be done on the generator. That may require a specialist, so if we move, we might include a stop at a professional repair place for that to happen as a several hundred pound built in generator isn’t something you can throw in your car and haul to get fixed.

Inside the trailer, all of the books, files, and stuff on shelves has to come down and be put in boxes. Which means we have to go get boxes. Dishes, pots, pans, and all the cans and bottles in our food pantry have to be secured, padded, and protected from the bouncing and jarring rigors of the road. Same with everything in our fridge and freezer. All computers, printers, and electronic gear that clutters our lives must be cleaned up and ready for fast stowing.

Sitting still for a while means spreading out and accumulating stuff. We’ve gotten better at this, but it still happens. So gathering and stowing all that stuff in a trailer with little storage space is painful and time consuming. Hopefully, we can get this all ready in the next two or three days, while trying to not melt in the abominable heat and humidity outside, and be ready to pull out with 24 hours notice or less.

Where will we go? That depends upon the hurricane’s path. It goes to the east of us, we head to the west, though we’ve learned we don’t have to go far as the west side of a hurricane usually doesn’t fare so bad, which is why there is flood damage but not a lot of wind and hurricane damage in New Orleans, but Mississippi, to the east, got the hell beaten out of it. If the hurricane is to our west, we head north and east as far as possible. Depending upon the size of the hurricane, when you are on the east side, there is rarely far enough you can go to avoid it totally. We ran to Atlanta for Hurricane Katrina and were smacked with it there, tornadoes, lightning strikes, floods, power outages everywhere, but at least out of the direct path.

You live in a tin box, this is your life. You are easy victims of nature’s forces.

We’ll let you know our plans as our lives now revolve around internet, radio and television weather reports. But consider this your warning. You have 5-7 days to prepare for disaster. Make the most of it and don’t whine about not expecting it. You’ve been warned.

Two Months After Hurricane Katrina – Into New Orleans

Not knowing the intimate details of the damage left behind from Hurricane Katrina, I assumed I’d seen the worst of it in Ocean Springs. Everyone talks about how bad New Orleans is, but from the little television and Internet coverage I saw before making this journey, buildings were still standing in New Orleans, so this had to be the worst scenes of devastation, right?

I drove through the town of Ocean Springs, right down a main street in the original part of town. Traffic was heavy, so I had time to read all the signs that announced “We’re Open for Business” and “We’re NOT Going Out of Business!” While some of the old brick and wood structures were standing proud, the plague of blue tarp syndrome dotted their roofs. A big banner announcing the Fall Arts Festival happening this past weekend was hung between two oak trees that withstood the 150 plus mile an hour winds with nary a broken branch. Amazing to think that not two or three blocks away, a trash heap represented what remained of five or six homes.

Before leaving the area, I needed some lunch. I’d brought food just in case, but I’d spotted the remnants of a Wendy’s burger joint not far down Highway 90 on my way in, and they were open. Curiousity more than nutrition sent me there for lunch.

Nothing remained of the bright red Wendy’s sign on metal posts high above the building, but the Wendy’s brand marketing of uniform architecture was a tell tale sign that this was indeed a Wendy’s. With all the hard work Wendy’s owner, Dave Thomas, did on behave of adoption, himself being an adopted child, and his work with children, I’m sure that he would be proud of his Wendy’s employees who jumped to work to get the restaurants back up and running fast, even in spite of the devastation to their community. Having met him briefly many years ago, I also know that he would have been right there leading the pack with support, donations, and help for Katrina victims. So I felt I honored his life somewhat by having lunch with him, at least in spirit.

Inside, the place was clean and functioning, and packed with workers. Construction workers, roofers, people of every ethnicity, as well as every clothing style and stink. Whether they’d bathed that morning or ten days ago, some of them needed a bath anyway. But such is the labor to restore a community.

Everyone was chatting and smiling and many of the patrons knew the workers behind the counter. I heard one man say, “You know you’d miss me if I didn’t stop in every day” and a few minutes later, another man told a young girl, “You know I just come in here for your smile.” There was a sense of comradery and fun that was exciting to see.

I got my lunch to go and headed back out on the road. Since the Highway 90 bridge crossing from Ocean Springs to Biloxi was broken in pieces, I was forced to head up to Interstate 10 to continue my journey.

The further I moved away from the shore, the less mass damage I saw, but I still saw damage. Blue tarped roofs everywhere. Trees crushing buildings. Whole walls ripped off like a ragged fingernail. Cars overturned. Trash everywhere. Few other fast food restaurants were open like the Wendy’s, but those that were worked under tarped roofs and within patched walls, accommodating the massive clientel either living in the area or brought to the area for the work of reconstruction and rebuilding.

As I near the highway, I see a mountain of white through the trees. Thinking it was a water park with big white painted slides, I wondered what kind of damage would such a recreational site suffer. After all, the higher the slide, the more fun and terriffying the path down through the water. Water parks dot the Gulf Coast all the way to Florida, offering children and adults a day of fun in the sun and water with a bit of the circus thrown in.

As I got closer, I realized that I wasn’t seeing a water park but a giant mountain of refrigerators. I pulled off the road and drove in closer.

Indeed, there were thousands upon thousands of refridgerators piled so high, the mountain of metal stretched above the tall pine trees. Most of them were white, with the ocassional black or avocado tossed here and there. Here and there I spotted a box freezer, an oven, dish washer, and washer and dryer, but the majority of the mountain slope was made up of refridgerators. Continue reading

Two Months After Hurricane Katrina – Pascagoula to Ocean Springs Mississippi

It’s been two months since Hurricane Katrina brought her wrath and forces to the Gulf Coast of the United States. In Israel, after a terrorist bombing of a restaurant, cafe, or night club, it is the general policy of the people to do everything possible to make sure the bombed site is open for business within a month or less. Then hundreds of people flock to the establishment to welcome it back to business, telling the world that we will not let terrorism change our lives and we are not afraid. Courage in the face of extremism and violence. So I was eager to see how US citizens were responding to this devastating natural disaster.

Pascagoula neighborhood with blue tarp roofsLeaving Mobile, Alabama, a town still struggling to pick up the pieces, I drove on Highway 90 towards New Orleans. I’d been told by several of the insurance agents, roofers, and construction workers that the highway was open all the way along the Gulf Coast from Alabama, through Mississippi, to Louisiana and New Orleans.

At first, only the occasional blue tarp roofed home or downed tree gave a hint of the dramatic force of Hurricane Katrina. As I passed through Pascagoula, Mississippi, evidence began to be more obvious. I turned into a neighborhood near the ocean off the highway to see how the homes had faired.

trash piled outside of hurricane damaged homesWhole subdivision neighborhoods were dressed in blue tarp covered roofs. The blue tarp manufacturing business is making a killing this year. Some roofs were only partially covered, a patch or two of blue. Others were fully draped, long 1×2 boards nailed down like vertical railings along the roof to hold down the plastic tarp.

In the front of the homes were huge piles of trash. Well, I use that term loosely. To us, the unexperienced, it’s trash. But to those living in those homes, it is the product of a lifetime of memories and savings. Refrigerators, pictures, desks, chairs, couches, mattresses, toys, stuffed animals, clothing, rugs, carpet, gowns, suits, books, CDs, radios, televisions, guitars, cribs, freezers, stoves, bird feeders, curtains, computer parts, bicycles, telephones, coats, baskets, coffee tables, lamps, and much, much more.

The piles were like little heaps, stacked in neat piles in front of a home close to the street next to the mailbox, or giant mountains covering the once neatly trimmed lawn and towering towards the sky.

On this very humid and hot early morning, already people were at work inside the homes with the banging of construction, ripping and tearing out sheetrock and insulation and flooring. Still, two or three people along each block sat in chairs on their front porches, looking out at the foggy morning, and probably wondering how they were going to make it through the day.

Most of the homes were either empty or lived in, and I did see a few FEMA and private trailers parked outside many homes.

Pascagoula had a population of 26,000 and fishing and tourism is a major industry. Located along the Pascagoula River, Pascagoula is more than just a landmark from the popular Ray Stevens song, “The Day the Squirrel Went Berserk in the First Self-Righteous Church in that Sleepy Little Town of Pascagoula”. It is home to the famous Mississippi Gulf Coast Blues and Heritage Festival that attracts some of the best in blues and jazz annually. It is also home to many fishing and wildlife expert guides who take tourists upriver to fish and see alligators and swamp creatures. Shrimping, fishing, and all kinds of seafood is caught and farmed throughout the area, bringing tons of money to the economy.

I heard on the radio that the shrimping and fishing is back and awesome, especially the shrimp as they were stirred up by the storms. Unfortunately, much of the infrastructure for harvesting the seafood crops was destroyed. Not just the boats but the warehouses and manufacturing plants that handled the seafood to prepare it for delivery to your nearest grocery store or restaurant. Over 30% of all seafood consumed in the United States comes from the Mississippi and Louisiana coastal areas, totally destroyed by Hurricanes Ivan, Katrina, and Rita, along with the lessor hurricanes in between.

Clothing lines parking lots - I assume donated clothesAs I moved on towards the beach between Pascagoula and Gautier to find more signs of destruction, I spotted vacant gas stations and grocery stores covered with cardboard boxes and clothing scattered across the parking lots. At first I thought this was left over debris from the storm, but then I saw huge handwritten signs requesting “No Dumping of Clothing” and “No More Clothes! Stop!” I could only assume that these were from boxes of donated clothes brought in by rescue services for those with nothing left and after two months of being picked through, this is what remains. A big mess. It looked worse than the annual sell everything sale at Nordstrom’s Outlets. Continue reading

Two Months After Hurricane Katrina – Gulf Coast Shores

I’m in New Orleans and access to the Internet is very complicated and difficult. I will write more about my experiences here, but here are some photos taken on the drive over along Highway 90 through the Gulf Shore area of Mississippi.

I want you to remember that this area is almost 100 miles from New Orleans. I’ve been told that the devastation covers “90,000 square miles (233,000 km²) of the United States, an area almost as large as the United Kingdom”, according to Wikipedia.

Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores
Hurricane Katrina Damage on Gulf Shores

 

Lorelle’s Hurricane Soap Box

Living in the hurricane ravaged dart board for the past year, I have become a cynic when it comes to disaster relief and disaster victims. And I’m not happy about what I’m hearing about the problems with Hurricane Wilma. So forgive my momentary soap box.

Hurricane Katrina was not expected to suddenly turn so ugly, and the path of destruction was vast, much more than anyone expected. Yes, it hit areas that thought there were immune from such destructive storms only because that thought was based upon limited information. Destructive force hurricanes have hit all along the Gulf Coast. Thinking New Orleans and parts of Mississippi were safe because they have survived previous storms does not ensure survival of all storms.

And yet, in many areas where people were not injured or had any loss, people were begging for money. One of the women in the campground here was whining and complaining that the Red Cross and FEMA told her that they would not be compensated for their shed falling over during the hurricane. She told me earlier that the floor had been rotted for years and the mice were having a grand old time in there. That wasn’t what was important. They wouldn’t pay her because it wasn’t attached to the mobile home.

And then she whined that they wouldn’t be compensated for lost work. I asked, “What lost work?”

All their work tools and equipment were in the shed and now that they were destroyed (okay, wet and had to be dried off), she and her husband couldn’t work any more and needed to be compensated for the loss of employment and inability to work. The fact that she and her husband haven’t held down a job in decades is beside the point. She tells me that because she doesn’t have a business license, they won’t help her business.

“Just because I only do work for neighbors and friends, I’m supposed to get a business license and pay taxes to the government as a business? It’s only work for friends, but now even I can’t do that. They should pay me for lost earnings.”

Oh, please.

Yet, over and over I’ve been told by residents here that it is best to NOT insure your property for hurricane damage because if you don’t, FEMA will hand over more money than your insurance company would ever pay you. “Want a new trailer? Make sure it’s uninsured and leave it behind when you evacuate. They’ll buy you a new motor home.”

I don’t buy it, but unfortunately I’ve heard enough stories to begin to think this kind of frivolous generosity by the government is true.

There is a huge fraud case in a small barely impacted community near Mobile, Alabama, where people are being prosecuted for fraudulent claims and receipt of thousands of dollars in aid money. According to a news report, John N. Brown, the police chief in the town of Pine Hill, said:

“We’re a poor county, a real poor county. When people see free money or free anything, they go berserk,” Brown said.

I don’t see how your financial level can be an excuse for poor moral values. This kind of stuff makes you turn cynical really fast.

Hurricane Wilma was known to be heading towards Florida for days, maybe even a week. Sure, many thought it would drop down and become a category 1 or 2 and not the massive blow of a category 3 hurricane, but they knew it would be bad. And these people are experienced. They know better. They get a dozen hurricanes hitting or brushing them every year. Florida is in the middle of the hurricane dartboard.

Work is being done in San Fransisco and neighboring areas that have suffered devastation from earthquakes to prepare the people on what to do in case of a major earthquake. They are told by officials to be ready and prepared for three to seven days, or more, before officials will get to them with supplies or help. I think that this training and information needs to be spread throughout the United States as well as all areas on the dartboard of mother nature, especially in tornado zones, hurricane alley, and earthquake grand central.

Florida, you know better than anyone that help takes time. Why weren’t you, the individual, prepared with food, water, and gasoline BEFORE the fact not after. “We didn’t know it would be that bad” is no longer an excuse. If the name “hurricane” is followed by someone’s name, or now a Greek letter, understand that help, food, water, electricity, and fuel will be a while in coming. If May follows the month of April, then you should be totally prepared for a summer of repeated evacuations and hurricane preparedness. Learn to take care of yourselves before you rely upon the government.

Honestly, we all need to become more self-sufficient and self-reliant. If we don’t take care of ourselves first, how can we expect anyone else to take up the slack. I have to admit that I am much more willing to foot the bill for people who stand up and say, I can deal with this, instead of people who say “Oh, help me, I’ll never recover.”

There will be victims, but let’s make sure that they were helpless victims not informed victims.

Trailers for Hurricane Victims

I found this posted by allthatjazz01 Coffee Talk on her AOL blog:

Driving south on I57 from Indianapolis, we noticed that every fifth vehicle was a new travel trailer towed by a pick up truck. At first I thought there must be a lot of campers till I realized that these trailers were going to the hurricane victims in the Gulf Coast. What a marvelous idea and what a spectacular sight. One thing I do know though is that trailers are not meant for tough handling. They are made to be light weight to help lessen gas consumption. Hence, things that look like wood…aren’t. The sink in my camper is actually plastic! So, people with kids, who use this as their home, will be surprised to see how little it takes to break something. And this is the case no matter what brand you buy. The only difference is the mega expensive motor homes! At least the survivors will have some space and some privacy. But…how will they get water and electricity? How will they have sewers for each unit? And air conditioning them will be a feat. But…at least there is something happening. My husband commented on how this new paradigm of housing people will set a precedence for victims in all natural disasters. I wonder how this will effect our economy. So many things are changing and they all cost billions of dollars. Where does the money come from? Do they just print more? Everybody is helping everybody else and most countries are in debt. Sigh…it’s overwhelming.

Since these are thoughts many people are thinking, I thought I’d respond to this here and help everyone understand this issue a little more.

Trailers Going to Hurricane Victims

The issue of travel trailers being used for hurricane victims is not new to Hurricane Katrina. For as long as there have been trailers and mobile homes, they have been used as temporary housing in emergency situations. And not just for emergencies. Growing up in the then countryside of Washington State Cascade Mountain foothills, many people planted a trailer or mobile home on their property to live in while they built their home.

Florida has more mobile homes and trailers per capita than any other state in the US. Many of those were set there by FEMA and other agencies to provide temporary emergency housing for the various hurricanes, and many remain years later. Some people scream they are a blight on the community, while some see these temporary housing camps become a new community.

People who live in mobile homes and trailers, temporary or permanent, are not always poor. Nor are they only for the rich. They come from all economic and educational backgrounds and you could have a welfare person in a trailer next to an upper middle class family. Housing is housing when the emergency arises. It’s who stays behind in the temporary shelters that showcases economic priviledges, since the ones with money and smarts tend to get out as soon as possible.

Trailers are provided by the government in two ways. One is in a temporary housing community built on government or private land. Others are setup on the owner’s property for them to live in while repairs are done on their homes. The trailers can go anywhere, within some reason, and must have access to power, water, and sewer, and the government provides the hookups, too.

Impact of Temporary Housing on Economy

The impact on the economy from Hurricane Katrina will be felt for decades, especially by tax payers and insurance buyers. But the immediate impact of the hurricanes on the United States is huge and good.

The Recreational Vehicle Industry is a huge industry. Manufacturers of RVs, which include trailers, motor homes, and fifth wheels, have a booming business right now. Every local RV dealer was totally cleaned out of everything from the lowest end to the upper middle price bracket trailer or motor home within four or five neighboring states. RV Manufacturers hired workers as fast as they could to handle the increase in production, making it a temporarily booming business for nearby communities.

The transportation industry benefits from government contracts for transporting trailers to the hurricane areas and nearby communities. Electricians and plumbers are hired by the droves by the government to come into these areas to set up the electricity, water, and sewer connections to these tin homes. Construction workers and ditch diggers arrive in great clouds of trucks to set up sewer lines.

Every aspect of construction benefits. From roof fixers and replacers to architects and engineers, every level of construction, repair, and maintenance skill is required to rebuild whole communities and outfit the new temporary communities.

In the most simple description, a land owner is paid by the government to use their property to set up a trailer park. The government comes in with sewer, water, and electricity, establishes the connections, and then brings in the trailers. Many times roads must be plowed and graveled to create this instant neighborhood.

Sometimes this process happens within a few days, sometimes it takes weeks, but it all comes together to help take care of the victims.

Durability of Trailers for Living

Yes, it is true that most of the government purchased trailers are not top quality. At the most, I would consider them classified as a one or two season recreational vehicle. In other words, it will do fine in the moderate heat and cool temperatures, but don’t expect it to be nice and warm when the temperatures drop. And it also will not “cool” in the most extreme heat.

Unfortuntely, most of the people moved into this temporary housing have no idea how to live in a trailer and that compounds the problems. For instance, many of these are 30 amp electricty, at the most 50 amp. At 30 amp, you can’t run the air conditioner, microwave and toaster at the same time. You can’t even run two of those at the same time without blowing fuses and overheating power connections. So they can be a fire trap or at least have constant power outages as people treat them like a house not a trailer.

Sewer connections are also a pain as you use much less water when you flush. With the lower water level, to be blunt, things stick in the tanks. Residents need to close up the black (potty sewer) and grey water (shower sewer) tank until it is time to drain so the water level stays adequate for the sewage. And then once a week or more often, you drain the black tank first and then flush it out with the grey water tank down the hose to the sewer connection. But people don’t understand this and leave the black tank valve open, and they create a giant mess in the tank where the water runs off and the solids remain. Oh, fun.

People also tend to use kerosene heaters and other methods to heat the trailer, while keeping the windows closed and no air circulation, so death by asphixiation and carbon monoxide poisoning is unforunately common.

Still, it is shelter and provides some privacy that a public shelter can’t. And many trailers can actually take a bit more of a beating than you might think. Those “plastic” kitchen and bathroom sinks are fairly durable, and while most of the cabinetry is veneer, things hold up well with moderate use. Abuse will always destroy things, but many hold up fine for a few months of living.

At the end of the service, the trailers are sold by auction, and for the most part, they are in fairly decent condition, just “lived in”. The downside is that many of these trailers have been smoked in, so that drops their resell value tremendously as there is no way to get the smoke smell out of a trailer due to the flimsy construction materials that absorb all the smells.

Who Will Pay for This?

Who do you think? No, the money will not just be “printed” because they need it. You, me, and every tax paying citizen pays for this. We will be paying for this for at least the next 20 years, though some estimates have say it could be 40 years or more. We are still paying for Hurricane Andrew and other hurricanes that caused wide spread destruction in previous years.

Now, money will be made. The auctions to sell off the trailers, trucks, and equipment earns money for the government, but not much, since they will make back much less than they bought it for. But it does bring in income to the auction industry, spreading the wealth around.

Basically, the cost is riding on our shoulders. While it is nice that people get temporary housing and support during their stay, and many will get money to help rebuild their homes and communities, we pay for it.

We will pay for it in more ways than just through higher taxes. Insurance rates will sky rocket, and many people will no longer be able to get, let alone afford, insurance coverage. The excuse for shut downs and damage to the oil and gas industries will drive the cost of fuel through the roof while they make money hand over fist and legs over head. Other manufacturing companies will also charge higher rates as they have to offset the higher tax rates and costs to restore their businesses impacted by the hurricanes. Damage to the agriculture industry will mean you will pay more for fruit and vegetables at the grocery store. The cost of transportation and port services will also increase as many ports along the Gulf Coast were destroyed, which means shipping companies will have to move or rebuild, driving up the port fees everywhere, including the prices you pay at the grocery store.

Who will make money?

As I said, industries will benefit from the hurricane’s destruction, but there are others who will benefit over the longer term. Insurance agents and adjusters are making tons from the insurance companies as they service the desvastated areas. Engineers and architects will battle over the jobs to redesign and rebuild.

Administrative support service workers get a huge boon in increase job opportunties as they come here to support all the construction, insurance, and development firms. If you can handle a computer, you got job opportunities here.

If you can drive a truck, bulldozer, or any demolition machine, you have a job here. Expert in roofing, cement, paving, digging, framing, or windows, welcome arms are open. If you can clean up, fix up, pick up, or build, you will have work for years to come.

Immigrant and low paid workers will get tremendous boosts in jobs and income as they flock to this area from the rest of the US, Mexico and even Canada to take on the jobs that Americans don’t want. There is even talk of increasing foreign worker permits to allow more Asian workers into the country to fill in the abundance of low paying jobs that Americans don’t want. Their home countries will benefit as they send home money from the states to their families back home.

So in the end, people will get temporary housing, good or bad, and a lot of people will make a lot of money. And who will pay for all of this?

Yep. You and me.

Ain’t Hurricane Season Over YET?

After Hurricane Alpha was blown away by Hurricane Wilma, I thought maybe we would have a reprieve. NOT.

A Public Advisory from NOAA on Tropical Storm Beta states that this new storm should turn into a hurricane by this evening. Computer models from Weather Underground show Beta moving into Nicaragua and bringing 10-20 inches of rain, along with floods, landslides, and devastation. Only one prediction in the models has it coming up into the Gulf of Mexico, but the odds are more likely to attack Central America.

This is the 23 named storm of the year for the Tropics, and according to Jeff Masters in his Weather Underground Blog:

There are no provisions for what to do in the event we have to retire Beta’s name and replace it on the list of hurricane names. One possibility is that the storm will be dubbed Beta-2005 and the name Beta will be reused. Another possibilty is that Beta will be skipped over next time the Greek alphabet comes into use.

Think about that. If a storm causes enough devastation, the name is retired. And the Greek alphabet names are there “just in case” they run out of “normal” names. So what would happen if one of the Greek backup alphabet names had to be retired.

Ah, the struggles of dealing with weather is so complicated.

On a personal note, two more houses I thought were “okay” from the flooding of the Dog River from Hurricane Kartrina near the campground just got condemned notices on their doors.

Many people who thought they lucked out from the damage of the hurricane are now finding huge water leak stains on their ceilings as the water with mildew and mold, showing that damage was done to the roof that wasn’t obvious immediately after the storm. Some are just putting mold resistant primer over it and painting, but there is more damage there than they want to deal with. For them, it’s easier to do than trying to prove now, two months after the hurricane, that the water damage is from the hurricane, though it has barely rained here for the past two months. They’ll wait until the next hurricane and report it after that.

Along with Allstate and other insurance companies deciding to stop home and business insurance offerings for those living all along the Lousiana, Mississippi, and Alabama coast, putting the burden for recovery on the government and charities, making life here even more miserable.

UPDATE: Less we forget, Hurricane Alpha killed 26 people while most US citizens were paying more attention to Hurricane Wilma, which killed more than 20, most of those in Mexico.

Tropical Storm Alpha is Born

Ever since the formation of two major hurricanes in July made it clear that the Hurricane Season of 2005 was going to challenge 1933 as the busiest season ever, I’ve been expecting to see the words “Tropical Storm Alpha” emblazoned on a hurricane tracking chart. Well, we’ve got the record now. The formation of Tropical Storm Alpha, the 22nd storm of the season, now makes 2005 the busiest hurricane season of all time. Still, it looks really strange to see the words “Tropical Storm Alpha” on the hurricane tracking charts, and gives a surreal cast to Hurricane Season of 2005 as we approach the Halloween season.
Jeff Masters – Weather Underground Blog: Alpha Sets All Time Record

Crap. $%^&*# and more crap. Welcome to potentially Hurricane Alpha.

So far, this tropical storm, might become a tropical depression, and could become Hurricane Alpha, is going to give Haiti and nearby islands major grief but should avoid the United States as its course will be effected by Hurricane Wilma crossing its northerly path. It should steer out into the Altantic.

You know, when I wrote a post at the beginning of the year as a joke for my friend, Michael, who gave me grief for moving to Hurricane Alley, about the hurricane names, I had no idea that this year, of all years, would be the year to exhaust all the names on the damn hurricane name list.

But then again, I know me. And I know us. And where ever we are, trouble follows. So, of course this would be the worst year on record, breaking all records for all the years combined.

Me tired of this.

Okay, Beta, you can come out of hiding soon. I know you are out there. Just waiting!

Record Breaking – Hurricane Wilma Now Category 5

There has never been a hurricane like Wilma before. With an unbelievable round of intensification that saw the pressure drop 85 mb in just 12 hours, Wilma smashed the all-time record for lowest pressure in an Atlantic hurricane this morning.

The 4 am hurricane hunter report put the pressure at 884 mb from a dropsonde, and the meteorologist reported an even lower 881 mb pressure extrapolated from 10,000 feet flight altitude. This easily bests the previous record of 888 mb set in Hurricane Gilbert of 1988. The eye of Wilma during this round of intense deepening oscillated between 2 and 4 nautical miles, and the area of hurricane force winds only covered an area up to 15 miles from the center.

This is an incredibly compact, amazingly intense hurricane, the likes of which has never been seen. The Hurricane Season of 2005 keeps topping itself with new firsts, and now boasts three of the five most intense hurricanes of all time–Katrina, Rita, and Wilma.
Jeff Masters Weather Underground Blog

Okay, so now I’m freaking out a little, even though computer models show Hurricane Wilma turning sharply right, away from the Gulf Coast towards Florida. Unless Wilma suddenly drops as fast as it built up, this could be a major disaster for the southern half of Florida. Crap, crap, and more crap.

Hurricane Wilma Might Knock on Our Door

Yesterday, Brent and I took our first day off since….wait, I’m thinking…well, it was before Hurricane Arlene. And now Tropical Depression Wilma has matched the all time record for named hurricanes. I was hoping there would be a Hurricane Zelda, but it seems that Z-names aren’t recognized by the World Meteorological Organization’s Storm Names (pdf). It seems there aren’t enough X, Y, and Z names to go around to qualify for their list of hurricane names.

So, we took our first day off from hurricane grand central and wandered around the Gulf Shores area of Alabama, taking pictures, walking on the partially destroyed beach, and visiting the Gulf Shore Shrimp Festival. More on that later. We returned home and found that Tropical Depression 20 had turned into Tropical Depression Wilma and some path predictions say it will either head for the Yucatan and Mexico, which also can’t take much more, or come up towards Florida and us in Alabama.

I knew this would happen. Saturday morning reports were that the seas were basically clear and that this little squall near Jamacia would probably turn out to be nothing. So I uncovered my bird feeders and exercise machine from under layers of plastic tied to the back fence behind our trailer where it has been protected from some of the elements since Hurricane Dennis. Brent and I set up the bird and squirrel feeders, and cleaned off the Total Gym – which smelled of rat piss since they had used the plastic it was covered with as a potty, but little actually reached the unit. We brushed off spiders and spider nests and chased away cockroaches 1-2 inches long, and slowly started to return out “backyard” to its winter form.

Sunday we played all day, but slowly as we were tired to the bone from months of stress.

Now, of course, we are watching the weather channel again and checking in with Weather Underground to see if all those bird and squirrel feeders, and patio furniture and planters need to go back under cover and we pack up and run again.

So very, very tired of this.

Off and On and Off and On and Off and On

Photograph of part of our tool kit, photograph by Lorelle VanFossenYears ago, a co-worker of Brent’s awoke in the night to a terrible cackling sound. He got up to find the lights turning on and off and on and off. The cackling happened between the lights going on and off. Puzzled, but suspiciously aware of the source of the sound, he stepped outside of his bedroom into the stairway landing which was built around the huge cage in which his giant parrot normally slept through the night. They’d finished remodeling the house not long before.

The bird had managed to stretch his leg out far from the cage to reach the light switch. He was having a blast, laughing hysterically, between turning the light on and off and on and off and on and off.

Well, folks, since we returned from our evacuation from Hurricane Katrina, that’s been our life for the past five weeks. Our electricity has been on and off and off and off and on and off. And we’re not laughing.

The power in the campground was going out from minutes to hours during the first few weeks after the hurricane. It was bad after Hurricane Katrina, but it also got bad again after Hurricane Rita. Finally, it slowed to a trickle of fast on and offs throughout the day. I got so frustrated with the computer turning off in the middle of an unsaved essay or project, I gave up doing anything that required more than a few minutes of concentration, saving what I was working on more frequently than I worked on it. Continue reading

Rebuild Hurricane and Flooding Zone Homes with Houses that Swim

You don’t have to look far to see the cleverness and ingenuity of man. The problem is that the information of one group’s cleverness never seems to reach the ones who need the same clever thinking.

In Amsterdam, US journalists are exploring how the Netherlands dealt with their flooding problems over the centuries. A little late to the game with thousands of homes destroyed by recent hurricanes and the resulting floods, but still, it’s proving to be fascinating. I hope the US can learn from these brilliant flood and construction experts when it comes time to rebuild New Orleans, as well as along the Gulf Coast and in Florida.

One brilliant design comes from Speigel International’s Dutch Answer to Flooding – Build Houses that Swim. The homes are built on a water tight “cellar” that acts like a float. When the water rises, the house rises. The homes are kept from moving around by strong posts held deep into the ground. They are built to withstand open sea forces which rarely come inland, though the current can be very strong.

It is this kind of novel approach needed in the United States when it comes time to rebuilding. If you are going to build homes and businesses along hurricane zones and flood areas, then work with nature not against.

You Don’t Know What It’s Like

You don’t know what it’s like. You can’t imagine what it’s like. You would never believe it. You don’t know how hard it is. You don’t have a clue.

Well, guess what? I do. I know what it’s like. I have an imagination. Having traveled a lot of the planet, I can believe just about anything. I know what hard means. And yes, I have lots of clues.

Maybe I’m just too tired. Bone tired. It’s 11PM and I just got home. I should have been in bed an hour or more ago. I have barely slept through the night, catching an hour or two here and there, for over a week. So maybe that’s my excuse.

Maybe it’s because I’ve heard this before. I’ve heard it so many times before I want to puke.

Or maybe because I heard it just one too many times today. Maybe that’s what is causing this rant.

I am so damn tired of people making sweeping assumptions about me, but also about each other. Four of the many people who came into the campground office today, where I have been working almost non-stop for the past three, four, okay, five, six, or more days, said one of those phrases to me. Two more told me the same things on the phone. “You don’t know what it’s like.” “You can’t imagine…” “…never believe it.” “It’s harder than you know.”

I also heard them said to Diane over the past few days, part of the team of Charlie and Diane, proprietors of Shady Acres Campground.

To all the folks who make such sweeping assumptions and accusations, I have a message.

Shut the hell up.

The cliche is: if you want to judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes. I’d like to see some of these people trade shoes with me, Diane, and Charlie for just a few minutes. Bet they would sing a different assumption.

We all face suffering at one or dozens of times in our lives. Loss is part of the family of humans. So is gain. Win and lose. Ying and yang. But your loss is no better or worse than mine. It’s just loss. It’s how you deal with it that lifts you up or puts you down.

As the panic and hysteria over the trauma of Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita dies down to a dull, low roar, our struggle to hang on continues. Camping insurance agents, new to the job, who couldn’t hack it are gone. Others have moved on to Texas and West Louisiana to deal with the new claims from Hurricane Rita. Others are moving in, and they aren’t feeling the pressure of the initial panic. They are taking a lazier and slower attitude. And they want their air conditioners, tree free clearance to their satellite dishes, and cable television.

I have to remind them that we are still in a disaster zone and Comcast lists us low on their priority list for restoring cable throughout the campground. And the broken and dying branches in the trees will be removed as soon as the snorkel is repaired after being flooded and underwater for a couple days. When they are cut, then they can get access to their satellites hovering overhead their $300,000 motor homes and fifth wheels. I warn them repeatedly to turn off their air conditioners when they leave for the day as the whole area continues to battle power losses and surges.

Guess what, folks, you are now in a disaster area. Luxuries haven’t been totally restored. Read a book.

Just because I’m standing in a campground office, looking like I know what I’m doing, doesn’t mean that this is the total sum of my life. Like you, I have traveled. In fact, I probably have traveled more than you. I just don’t say so. Like you, I have suffered, and maybe I’ve suffered more or less, or at least in different ways, but I know hard and suffering.

Don’t assume I lack imagination. I don’t have to walk far around the corner of the block to see massive destruction. Just because you weren’t here for the first month of massive cleanup and the campground and park looks nice and welcoming doesn’t mean that it was always like this. Extremely hard manual labor and dedication went into making it pretty again. We’re also good at hiding what still needs fixing.

Don’t assume that because I’m sitting at the table, quietly having a cup of tea, that my life is boring and lazy. It’s the first chance I’ve had to sit in the past 16 hours and I sat down as you walked through the door.

And don’t assume I’m stupid. Or I’ll assume that you are stupider than me.

While you were thinking up assumptions before we even met, I was helping dozens of people with their own personal problems and suffering throughout the day. Working in a campground office is like being a nurse, shrink, carpenter, handyman, receptionist, cashier, book keeper, sales person, tour guide, restaurant expert, and secretary. All skills required, along with a great deal of flexibility, durability, and patience. Hey, Mr or Miss Assumptions, does your job and life require all those skills?

And while you are making assumptions, don’t assume this is my job. I’m helping out where I’m needed to give the poor people who own this campground a little bit of a life. I’m helping people who are here, giving of their precious time and life and energy to help others get back on their feet and recover from the disaster. What are you doing to help? What do you have to give to those suffering around you instead of whining about how we don’t know nothing about your suffering?

End of rant. I’m off to bed. It will be better tomorrow.