It Wouldn’t Be Home Without a Hurricane

Gustav has now pretty much come and gone with little damage to my family members and their homes but now I’m stuck in Tampa, because the airport will still be closed when I was supposed to fly back to NO. I rescheduled the flight and was happy to get on one, but my sister is pissed because the traffic’s going to be bad. She wanted me to reschedule it for Saturday– the day of the opening game between the Saints and… Tampa. Whatever. I guess it wouldn’t be a trip home if she wasn’t pissed off at me about something…
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