It was the eighth month, the thirty-eth day and the third day of Isaac. In the sixth hour of that day, there was wind and blowing rain below a sky of dark and ominous rolling clouds. 

Striding along the street, leaning into the wind, plastic bag in hand felt like trying to control a moving spinnaker without the aid of a mast. Great time to be alive. There was surprisingly little litter along the way only two bags full. As the wind pushed then pulled, extra streets were added to the route and joy increased. How much better to have faced the weather and survived than to have sat motionless in front of a computer screen while the same time crawled past.


Water covers the road north of the Dog River Bridge on Tuesday, August 28, 2012, in Mobile, Ala., as Huricane Isaac approaches the Gulf Coast. (Press-Register/Mike Kittrell)

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