Probably like many people who don't work anymore, I have been glued for
two days to the Katrina performance, watching mostly CNN and FOX. I
couldn't help but rejoice this morning when FOX showed a map of
Louisiana, including the big swirls of Katrina's skirt as she danced her
way onto land.  Along with the big boys under her colorful swirls, like
New Orleans, Baton Rouge, and Lafayette, and just to the West of a
bright red, line of wind and rain, was the funny little word, BUNKIE. 
 
Suddenly, I was at home, in Bunkie, on Shirley Plantation, right in the
middle of a great storm.  I could see the giant oaks swaying slowly in
our front yard and the tall pecan trees bending badly while being
stripped of some of their leaves.   As a sugar cane farmer, my Dad and I
would  have found a sheltered place on the screened porch, while waiting
and hoping that when the winds dyed away, the sugarcane was still
standing upright.  Our world was small...we didn't have CNN or FOX to
take us to the heart of the storm...we had only what was around us,
close-by; people and things we could see and feel...all affecting our
lives every day, and we tried to take care of those things as best we
could.  I remember a few of those times in Bunkie. 

My best to you, and I hope that you all faired well.  Bill Hunt