Friday, November 04, 2005
Trying to Reason...
Here I am in Key West, near the alleged southernmost point in the US. I arrived here yesterday, after driving south from Ft. Lauderdale.
Signs of the passage of Hurricane Wilma are both subtle and obvious, depending on where you look. The most widespread effects are on the trees that have been stripped of foliage and the signs that have been blown out. Most billboards along US 1 are empty. There are boats in places where no boat is supposed to be, and utility trucks and dump trucks are everywhere.
The piles of debris along the roads tell a profound story. Many of them are, as you might expect, composed of branches and palm fronds. But way too many are piles of appliances, mattresses, and furniture from motels and people's homes. And a disproportionate number of *those* piles are outside trailer parks, telling me that those with the least to lose probably lost the most. Again. Still, most of the Conchs I talk with say it's the price of living in Paradise.
Regardless, it's absolutely wonderful to be in Key West again. The chickens seem to have managed okay; one just crossed Truman St. outside the window where I'm typing this. I wonder if anyone ever asks them *why*...
Anyway, I'm off for a day of fun, frolic, and letting other people do the entertaining.
Signs of the passage of Hurricane Wilma are both subtle and obvious, depending on where you look. The most widespread effects are on the trees that have been stripped of foliage and the signs that have been blown out. Most billboards along US 1 are empty. There are boats in places where no boat is supposed to be, and utility trucks and dump trucks are everywhere.
The piles of debris along the roads tell a profound story. Many of them are, as you might expect, composed of branches and palm fronds. But way too many are piles of appliances, mattresses, and furniture from motels and people's homes. And a disproportionate number of *those* piles are outside trailer parks, telling me that those with the least to lose probably lost the most. Again. Still, most of the Conchs I talk with say it's the price of living in Paradise.
Regardless, it's absolutely wonderful to be in Key West again. The chickens seem to have managed okay; one just crossed Truman St. outside the window where I'm typing this. I wonder if anyone ever asks them *why*...
Anyway, I'm off for a day of fun, frolic, and letting other people do the entertaining.
# posted by Loren Davidson @ 10:29 AM 
