Ten years ago, I had a cataclysmic undoing, part was the neglect of others, and a major part was the federal government. Today, my friend in the midst of a divorce over a margarita confessed, “I was not a good steward of my marriage.”
Ten years later, my family suffered an assault, again the neglect of others, and I indict the government again for willful neglect in its glacial prosecution.
Everyone is writing about Katrina – I don’t know her. I don’t know her at all. Don’t talk to me about Katrina.
I do know this, Fortuna’s wheel spins and many times you land where you least expect. Sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down, but don’t get comfortable in either place because one thing we know for sure, everything spins.