When a hurricane is on the horizon, it's the talk of the town. You can't go anywhere without hearing someone chat about it. The grocery store shelves are emptied of the things you'd think: matches, lanterns, gas cans…and the things you'd not think: strawberry pop tarts.
When oil is on the horizon, it's not the talk of the town. There are murmurings here and there, of course, but mostly, everyone is talking about something else…anything else. The grocery stores are full, the wind isn't blowing, the skies aren't grey, so no hurricane is brewing and yet….and yet we have a storm of oil coming?! It's unbelievable.
Katie Couric showed up unannounced at our little airport today when our kid (the tallest one) was at his Civil Air Patrol meeting:
Obama rode our local ferry and ate at our local restaurant today.
We don't want them to have a reason to come. We don't want to be on the news.
We want to be like you, just living and enjoying life, shopping for pop tarts and matches like a normal person would (once a year, right?).
If we talk about the spill, we'll either scream or cry. Scream, because why, tell us why is the oil even coming ashore? Why is it coming into the bays, inlets, bayous, marshes? There has been over 50 days to create a plan! It's hard to understand why we are waiting on BP to protect us. They have a well to cap. We know these shores. We can protect this spot, if Americans will stand shoulder-to-shoulder with us and if our government will let us.
Now that I'm done screaming about that, here's what makes us want to cry: Stop for a moment and think about your favorite place on Earth. Your favorite outdoor place; your little nature paradise. It's a place that you're sure is a glimpse of Heaven. It's the place where you find God. It's the Great Cathedral and Adam & Eve's only church building. You can hear nature praising its Creator there. Now, imagine all of that dying. Imagine if it disappeared in a black tide.
This is what we love…
We work here, we live here, we love here. That's so cliche, but it's so true. This is where we live. It's what we know and what we take for granted. The Gulf of Mexico is our backyard. It is our glimpse of Heaven. And now it is so polluted that we aren't allowed to even touch the water.
That's what makes us want to cry.
But, you know what? We don't cry. Instead, we volunteer by the thousands and look for oil spill jobs by the hundreds. We're tough. We've lived through hurricanes, for heaven's sake. We don't complain or ask the government for much. We don't ask for rock concert benefits or Katie Couric to visit. We're not asking for anything.
We just want to keep what we have.