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Sunday, September 18, 2005

The Welcome Back Night

Got back last night from Louisiana. The first thing that hit me was the amount of people out and about. I had become accustomed to desolate streets and highways of the Crescent City. The amount of people heading out to party it up on Saturday night caught me off guard.

The Captain called me as I was exiting the airport and told me that they already missed us down there, and that the new Emergency Management team was driving them nuts.

Denise's father picked us up at LaGuardia Airport and gave me a ride to the base. A few minutes later I was on my way to gather up Cindy and Saltzman. We headed out to Kenny's bar on the Upper East Side and that became an interesting night. Cindy tells it best, except for the part about me being so drunk. I wasn't exactly plastered. It was more of a combination of alcohol and lack of sleep that had me so out of it.

I came in early this morning and had some of the best sleep ever. After sleeping in tents, on the floor, in stacked bunks on a Navy ship, and on Army-issue cots, my bed was the most comfortable place in the world. I slept until after 9:00 PM.

I started to work on the t-shirt design that some of us down at Camp Mimosa had been talking about. This what I have so far. I just need to put an AMR logo on the front and make sure that I have all the participating operations listed correctly.

I can't believe that there's another tropical storm (Rita) with a projected path into the Gulf so soon. They say that it will most probably develop into at least a Category 2 Hurricane once it passes the Florida Keys. I'm praying for New Orleans... the city is so weak right now that even a small hurricane could devastate the area and reverse all the work that's been accomplished since Katrina struck.

My brother just came in with the pretty much finished copy of their soon-to-be released album. God damn! I've been following them since their first days back when they were all in Junior High and their music has come such a long way. It's amazing. This CD is so freaking tight that I can't even imagine how they couldn't get signed by an independant label now. I gotta show this to Saltzman ASAP.

Doc Out.








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