Maybe you've heard or seen some of the rearranging aftereffects of Hurricane IKE on our hometown. And thank you for asking, we're all okay...although Penelope (the cat) is getting a little stir crazy...or is that me? Hmm.
You many not know this but my wife Gena and I are not particularly brave people, nor do we have grandchildren that'll need to be bored to tears with tales of the "big one" of double ought 8...so, to be honest, we didn't even stick around to find out how bad IKE would be. We high tailed it out of town on Friday morning, wailing and whimpering all the way, and headed to South Padre Island where Gena's parents live. (Remember they'd come to visit us in the aftermath of "Dolly" - and, well, paybacks and all that.) We're now just kicking back living the life of Riley with air conditioning, refrigeration, terra firma and all those other luxury items that seem to be so sorely missed in vast areas of Houston and Galveston currently.
Eyewitness reports from H-town indicate that our townhouse withstood the brunt of IKE's attack quite well, but there is no electricity currently available in our neighborhood - which includes Gena's place of employment. Ergo we're hanging ten on the island, working on our tans, sipping exotic cocktails (and we're building up quite the collection of cute little umbrellas and bendy straws that were provided at no extra charge). In addition we're utilizing the old WWW to communicate with the ravaged masses up north.
I had an interview and audition scheduled this week at NASA (to be a Mission Briefing Officer - that's apparently the Houston equivalent of a circus ringmaster) but this seems to have been temporarily put on a back burner as the Johnson Space Center is of the opinion they have some more pressing matters to contend with at the moment. There are still astronauts in space that, incidentally, had a bird's eye view of IKE the whole time.
Anyway, I'm naturally providing too much information. Suffice it to say we ain't going back until they've rebuilt the town to our satisfaction or until Gena's boss starts threatening our livlihood, or NASA calls and says they need me yesterday...you know that whole service to God, country and jazz like that.
Ever yours regardlessly,
mike and gena
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