Until 2005 the no real storm stuck the canebrake with the kind of force to literally destroy it. The canebrake is the countryside of Louisiana, Mississippi, and the Florida Panhandle that borders on the Gulf of Mexico. Of white lights that outlined the giant oil derricks and oil processing plants in the west. The night was lit up by an endless string Roadways meant for rural traffic were clogged with the hurricane refugees. Trailers were everywhere.īaton Rouge was a series of traffic jams. Highway through the canebrake and into Texas, still looking for permanent shelter and jobs. Many were driving back and forth over Interstate 10, the main Roadways were empty, but farther north towards Baton Rouge, they became jammed with refugees. The place was totally dead, but that brought bargains, including a rented car that Fred Rosen could drop off in Texas for no additional fee. When it was supposed t be bustling, the airport was comatose from inactivity. It was eight oclock at night but it seemed more like two oclock in the morning. It was the big black hole where a city used to be, ringed by the lights of the surrounding communities that had New Orleans was easy to spot from the air. Survivor: Michele Chapman (no photo available)
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