I survived Katrina & all I got was this lousy blog post

Howdy folks,
According to the number of hits on my blog no one really misses me. But, in case you did, I didn't die in Katrina. Apparently, I was in Missouri.
If you ever have the opportunity to experience a cat. 4 hurricane I highly reccomend that you do so from at least 4 to 5 hundred miles. I have no phone, no electricity, no gas, & no cable, but the water is on, so as soon as I can find some ice I'll have something to mix with my bourbon.
I have been through a number of huricanes. I lived in Mississippi City during "Camille" and weathered it in Hattiesburg, MS. My most vivid memory was a pecan tree that fell between my grandmother's garage & house without touching either building.
I lived in Gautier, MS during "Fredrick" and weathered it in (once again) Hattiesburg. After "Fredrick" we (in Gautier) were without electricity for three months. I still had to go to school (bummer) but only for half days. The other half of the day every one from 8 to 80 wielded chainsaws, axes, & shovels to dig out the town (that's how I learned to run a front end loader at the tender age of 14). Today, even the sound of a chainsaw makes me nauseous.
for huricane "George" I lived in Hattiesburg, in the same house I own now. My relatives from the gulf coast and my wife's relatives from their trailer-parks road out "George" in my house. "George" didn't bother me very much. Power was only out for seven days. I came close to killing my in-laws. (don't take refuge in my house & then try to tell me how to scramble fucking eggs). The wife & in-laws are now, thankfully, gone. Although "George" had little to do with that.
"Katrina" is the first huricane that I have ever actually watched in it's entirety. My house shook. Things banged. Wires tore loose. I looked out my upstairs window and saw trees, signs, & large pieces of my neighbors' homes blowing by on the wind. All-in-all an unnerving experience. It's over. But, having done this before, I know its not over. There's so much work to do to recover, I'm nearly overwhelmed just thinking about it.
I wish I could go live in a place where there aren't any huricanes. But, there would probably be some other violent form of nature to torment me there. Besides, where else would I go? This is Mississippi. Every time I move away. I come back. This is my home.
An interesting fact about Mississippi, although we have the lowest per-capita income in the nation, we have the highest per-capita charitable giving.