At Tammany Oaks

I'm finally here. the travel was speedy interstate travel... even the causeway to New Orleans is operable again. Some of the veterans here have been going into New Orleans proper.

It's like a refugee camp here. Environmental conditions pushing people to live in a way that they normally would not or could not for long. They're very organized. I'll bet churches like Ocean Springs would/could do more, but their building's dont' hold as much STUFF as this one. One point for big churches who use their properties well. The ideal would be the church that never sleeps.

I got here at noon and David from Nashville re-directed me in the parking lot toward the back. There were RV's, temporary showers, signs for those receiving help, a tool crib, trucks loading and unloading, heavy equipment, gas cans, pallets stacked up-- it was humming. All the volunteers are wearing yellow shirts all with the same printing. I met the welcome coordinator and he signed me in, de-briefed me on operations, and presented a project. There's a fellow from church who has been volunteering a lot and his fence was fallen over. Went out with a crew from some fellows from Florida. Mark, Nate, and a brother named Myers who has people from Valdosta.

Is that all I wrote for today? I'm so tired.