The Storm

Chapter Two

Morning Flight

T he flight was uneventful, except for one couple sitting behind me. I was somewhat amused at their hushed but serious, heated banter, as they argued over something about his mother and sister-in-law and about something that had to do with the up-coming Thanksgiving get-together. My thought was, that with everyone wanting world peace, how can we possibly have anything of the sort when two p eople can’t even get along sitting together in an airplane. Oh well! So goes the world! I hope they get it figured out before Thanksgiving. The conversation got me to thinking of a peaceful Thanksgiving with Delores and my Mom. We broke through the puffy white clouds from an altitude of 30,000 feet. As we descended for the approach to the airport, the sunny day began to turn into a dark gray. The once brilliantly lit sky beaming through the windows now cast an eerie, dark shadow. Looking down at the city of New Orleans made it abundantly clear, that something had affected the landscape tremendously. Miles of water surrounded the city. Seemingly small tributaries of water were everywhere. Dry land occasionally popped up out of the watery landscape. Houses were sticking up out of their watery graves. Whole subdivisions were covered, and farm and pastureland just outside the city were inland lakes where the levies had broken, allowing water to rush into the lowlands. I could not make out if there were any people at all, but small dots in the midst of

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