At 2:10 am this morning, one year ago, Hurricane Ike came on shore in Galveston. Last night was totally different as opposed to the one 365 days before it. Now, we were watching dvd's and waiting for the time to mark the anniversary. Then, we were scared half out of our wits, the electricity gone, and all gathered in the lower story of our home wondering if the second storey of the house would stay together as the center passed to our west by five miles. Now it is a steambath outside, but then, 60-70 mph winds were gusting outside. When I woke up this morning, my south fence which I share with my neighbors stands, and they have a solid roof over their house. Then, half of the south fence had been knocked bown, and a major hole knocked into our neighbors roof. Now, you hardly see a blue tarp indicating some kind of roof damage, and yet then, 2/3 houses had a tarp of some sort for roofs that had some sort of "modification" done to them, and rain threatening to soak the residents.
Now, Galveston is almost completely rebuilt, minus the fishing piers. Then, in the daylight, you could'a bought the whole town for $5000. If it weren't for the scrappy people that stayed, putting up with porta-potties, no electricity, no water, no ice, and most of all, no air-conditioning for a couple of MONTHS, how could Galveston get rebuilt, along with the ocean-side hotels, which are almost fully repaired, by the way.
As I'm gazing out my window, how different it all seems. How much does time seem to change things, bringing about a new time, and season.
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