My cousin is a school teacher so you know for sure she\'s a tough lady and in a way she\' a kind of little hurricane herself. Nevermind that Katrina had banged and slapped the heck out of her town Pensacola. She was getting married that Saturday anyway; when you\'re ready, you\'re ready.\r\n I had been watching the TV here in Virginia and could see the sopping wet splinted apart conditions down there. We talked about the dangers of traveling down into that wrecked up place, but decided we would drive down there for her wedding. I guess we\'re a little tough too. We packed lots of extra stuff, drill, shovel, saw, tarps, water, food, bug spray, medicines.\r\n The damage got worse and worse as we neared Pensacola; almost to the point of unbelievable; twisted huge trees; all the leaves ripped off. People had made sure the roads were clear; we traveled along with all kinds of tradesman and construction vehicles loaded up with guys and cargo. Help was pouring in.\r\n I began to feel a little frightened; maybe there would be chaos, fire, roads collapsing? We drove on.\r\n Whenever you get to a town you have to slow down, and then you can see what\'s happening with regular people. What we saw made me feel OK and hopeful. Nobody was sitting around doing nothing; everyone was gittin\' R done. They were cutting tree branches off their house. Sweeping up the driveways; you gotta have wheels. The whole place was alive with people doing and fixing. It was great to see; I felt proud of my cousin\'s town; and proud of these great Americans.\r\n The wedding went ahead as planned. Baptist ministers like it when people get married. The party after the wedding went ahead too, despite soggy carpeting. Even the bakery was able to make the lovely wedding cake. Brave and strong folks in Pensacola; I like them.\r\n The funny thing is, that my cousin married a meterologist. I guess God has a plan for everyone.\r\n \r\n