This morning, one of my co-workers came into my office and told me that her sister called and one of the levees in New Orleans had burst. She said the French Quarter was flooded up to the second story of all of the buildings. I immediately got online and found out this wasn't true. It turned out that her sister was in another room from her television and had misheard the news.
For that brief two or three minutes until I was sure it wasn't true, a movie ran through my mind of those beautiful townhouses and antique stores under water, Cafe DuMonde under water, Margaritaville under water, St. Louis Cathedral partially submerged. After that visual in my mind's eye, the news that there was minor flooding in the French Quarter and maybe a building or two down left me with an odd and totally inappropriate feeling of relief, especially in light of what was happening in Mississippi and Alabama.