Ike is headed for Texas. Even so, the outer bands play with the trees and the nerves of New Orleans.
The trees bend and the rain bands drench the city. Minutes later the sky is blue and the evening radiates beauty.
Tonight we can enjoy this cool break from the summer heat — because we know Ike is not coming to visit.
Even so, the gusts are unnerving. I think we all feel it in our gut when the windows bang as the wind punches the side of an old wooden house.
My heart goes out to Galveston and all the communities watching Ike approach. We have been there and we don’t wish it on anyone.
Be safe. The rest of it can be replaced.