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Sep. 3rd, 2005 07:33 amIt's been a long night. I've tossed and thrashed and spent quite a lot of time pacing. Something was coming, and I knew it... but my nervous insomnia wasn't about to let me rest until the time arrived. There're a handful of folks who're aware that I've been searching the Katrina aftermath coverage in search of two faces. Two very old and dear friends, one who was in New Orleans and one who was in Biloxi. Neither had been heard from since Saturday afternoon, when I IM chatted with one and spoke briefly on the phone with the other.
About an hour ago, the phone rang. I grabbed it, and almost immediately started crying; it was Roger, the determined would-be jazz trumpeter, checking in from Saint Louis, MO to let me know he'd survived the battering New Orleans had gotten. He'd spent the first several days after the storm getting out of NOLA, and had fled north to where he had a cousin. His from-the-inside view of the carnage there is much darker even than what the press is showing. The kicker for him is that his audition had gone amazingly well... and all six of the other members of the ensemble he'd won a place with are still on the missing list.
There's still no word at all about Bobbi. I've been in touch with her sister, and the outlook isn't good. Apparently the family homestead in Biloxi was scanned over in some of the video footage she'd seen, and the house is near completely destroyed. She'd last spoken to their mom Sunday morning, and was informed that her father was refusing to leave... they'd just gotten the house paid off, and he was determined to protect the home he'd raised four children in. Going into the storm, only two of the kids were left (I honestly don't know how the two boys passed on, but it's been a couple years)... and Crissy may well be completely alone, now. She and I will keep scanning the reports, and hoping.
On a brighter note, many thanks to
qilora for posting a tidbit I'd managed to miss in spite of it being on WAFB's main page: LSU's Jamarcus Russell shares apartment with Fats Domino. Mr. Domino had been on the missing list as well, and while he's not one of the two I was specifically looking for, I'm very glad he's alive and well. My own roots as a once-musician tie into a lot of his music.
I... am going to go have a cigarette. Possibly several.
About an hour ago, the phone rang. I grabbed it, and almost immediately started crying; it was Roger, the determined would-be jazz trumpeter, checking in from Saint Louis, MO to let me know he'd survived the battering New Orleans had gotten. He'd spent the first several days after the storm getting out of NOLA, and had fled north to where he had a cousin. His from-the-inside view of the carnage there is much darker even than what the press is showing. The kicker for him is that his audition had gone amazingly well... and all six of the other members of the ensemble he'd won a place with are still on the missing list.
There's still no word at all about Bobbi. I've been in touch with her sister, and the outlook isn't good. Apparently the family homestead in Biloxi was scanned over in some of the video footage she'd seen, and the house is near completely destroyed. She'd last spoken to their mom Sunday morning, and was informed that her father was refusing to leave... they'd just gotten the house paid off, and he was determined to protect the home he'd raised four children in. Going into the storm, only two of the kids were left (I honestly don't know how the two boys passed on, but it's been a couple years)... and Crissy may well be completely alone, now. She and I will keep scanning the reports, and hoping.
On a brighter note, many thanks to
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I... am going to go have a cigarette. Possibly several.