So I finally get back to Miami, and I'm standing outside the airport in a loooooonnnng taxi line, and the temperature is of course 17,000 degrees, with the usual 3,467 percent humidity, and we're waiting and sweltering and no taxis are coming. So finally somebody asks the dispatcher what the deal is, and she says, "One of the taxis is on fire."
Anyway, eventually I got back to my house, which still has no electricity. I am blogging this by generator power, the same way Abraham Lincoln used to do his blog.
But I'm really, really glad to be home. To those in New Orleans and elsewhere in Katrina's path: Down here in Florida we are thinking about you. Take care.