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I just called Dad to let him know that the eye of the hurricane moved to the right of New Orleans, and that's when he told me that the worse part of the storm was hitting the same beach that J stood on when we were leaving New Orleans... that was his first time to see the ocean.
Cuh-razy.
Also, my dad had interviewed in New Orleans in hopes of getting the internship there... J was the only one of us that didn't want to go there, who didn't really have the best feeling about it and chose Omaha instead as his #1 choice.
Funny how things work out like that. But it's still sad to think of all those people who you know will be hurt (the homeless...) I mean, in New Orleans alone there's over 100,000, and most of them that we saw were in wheelchairs (legits, I might add).
:(
Cuh-razy.
Also, my dad had interviewed in New Orleans in hopes of getting the internship there... J was the only one of us that didn't want to go there, who didn't really have the best feeling about it and chose Omaha instead as his #1 choice.
Funny how things work out like that. But it's still sad to think of all those people who you know will be hurt (the homeless...) I mean, in New Orleans alone there's over 100,000, and most of them that we saw were in wheelchairs (legits, I might add).
:(