Posted: Aug 29, 2006 7:02 pm
I was in Pascagoula this past weekend to help 90-y/o grams try to get her house finished, eyeing Ernesto the entire time. Place looks a hell of a lot better than Biloxi, which looks like absolute shit. Ocean Springs looked allright, and Aunt Jenny's is back open and dishing out the all you can eat scrimp platters. Good stuff. I had two.
I was glad to be getting the heck outta there just as the big news guys were all piling in. Thanks to the two-block radius that includes Trent Lott, Dickie Scruggs (big tobacco lawyer now the big insurance lawyer) and Scrugg's first client, who lives across the street from my grandmother's fab fema action, Pascagoula was about to get bad. She did tell me that "nice tanned young man" came by to chat with her. They had tea, and a nice conversation, dahling.
I eventually figured out she meant Brian Williams.
Bush was coming the next day. Our exit strategy couldn't have been better.
I told her it was much worse in NOLA, and I'm sure that nice young tan man would get his big van and sattellites off her yard so she could get some tv reception again real soon.
I HATE the media's obsession with anniversary revisits. I'm guilty of it too, but come on, enough is enough.