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Commentary: Friends offer hospitality as storm rages

>Sep. 9, 2008

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>A UMNS Commentary By Kathy L. Gilbert*

There are certain things John Durusau is used to doing.

He goes to his little sister's house most weekends. He bowls on Tuesday,
washes his clothes on Saturday and goes to church on Sunday.

Then there are the things he looks forward to all year, like watching
the Jerry Lewis telethon on Labor Day.

Hurricane Gustav wrecked all that and more when it roared into Baton
Rouge, La., and knocked out the electricity for more than 150,000
people, including John, his sister, Mary Erwin, and brother-in-law,
Barry Erwin.

John, 58, has Down syndrome and changes to his routine really throw him
off. He lives in a group home and goes to work every day, but he
couldn't do either of those things last week because both places were
also without power.

He didn't complain about the sweltering, humid, south Louisiana heat,
but it did bother him that the clothes he put into the dryer early
Saturday morning never got dry. And he was really disappointed he missed
every cent Jerry was able to raise for his "kids."

Every so often, he would ask, "When is the electricity coming back on?"
and Mary would gently remind him that no one knew how long it would
take. He would shake his head and get a big smile on his face. "We will
just keep our fingers crossed, right?"

>In the eye of a storm

Mary takes care of everyone, whether they deserve it or not and
sometimes whether they want it or not.

She is my best friend and former college roommate, and she didn't blink
an eye when I asked if I could come to her house for the hurricane. She
also graciously accepted two of my United Methodist News Service
colleagues, photographer, Mike DuBose, and video producer, John Gordon.
We arrived on the last flight to Baton Rouge Aug. 31, before the airport
shut down in anticipation of the coming hurricane.

We were watching the Weather Channel when the first strong winds knocked
out power to their house around 9 a.m. Sept. 1. John G., Mike and I
headed out Interstate 10 in our rented minivan. We were brave until a
tree fell over both lanes of the interstate going east. Mike pointed out
that if another one fell in the westbound lanes, we would be stuck in
the middle of a hurricane in a minivan. Plus, we were the only people on
the road, so being out in the storm didn't seem like such a good idea
any more.

Back at Mary and Barry's house, we all took turns standing on the back
patio or watching through the windows as 90-mph-plus winds rocked the
house and split 100-year-old trees like twigs. It was a sight you
couldn't wrap your brain around; trees are not supposed to twist like
that. The wind is not supposed to sound like that.

Large branches from a neighbor's live oak tree punctured my friends'
roof in two places. At one point, a large, heavy branch fell on the
gutter, mere inches from my face. At that point, I decided to go inside.
But really, no place was safe, it was just the luck of the draw whether
a flying projectile would find you, your house, your car or any other
earthly possession you owned or person you loved.

Louisiana natives and longtime Baton Rougers, Mary, Barry and John have
been through many storms-Andrew, Katrina, Rita, just to name a few
recent ones. They remained pretty calm during the whole ordeal. Barry
stood outside more than the rest of us, and occasionally he would rush
out and move debris around to clear a path to the front and back doors.

Once the wind stopped, the scene that remained was one of utter chaos.
Not one street looked like it did the day before Gustav arrived. Power
lines were snapped, utility and telephone poles were inches high instead
of feet tall. Beautiful old trees that were like members of our families
were uprooted and lay helplessly in streets.

>Southern comfort

However, no place in Baton Rouge had better food than we did, thanks to
a gas stove and Barry's culinary brilliance. Every morning we headed out
to the United Methodist Louisiana Annual (regional) Conference office,
and every night we came home to southern comfort cooked by flashlight.
It gave me a new understanding of the phrase, "Eat your heart out."

Sunday: Shrimp Clemenceau (shrimp and roasted potatoes).

>Monday: Grilled chicken and homemade salsa.

>Tuesday: Shrimp and pasta.

>Wednesday: Jambalaya.

>Thursday: Shrimp and crab cakes.

The menu increasingly was dictated by what was defrosting the fastest,
but the quality never wavered. And this was after long, hot days for
Barry and Mary of chopping up branches, raking soggy leaves, climbing on
the roof trying to stop the leaks and endless other miserable chores
resulting from the storm.

By Wednesday evening, friends had brought them a generator, and you
would have thought we had just won a million dollars. One lamp, a fan
and power for the refrigerator-what luxury!

At dinner that night, John offered his philosophy on the storm.
Reflecting on how long it would take to get back to normal, he would
throw up his hands and say, "Don't be sad, be glad." And he would cross
those fingers.

*Gilbert is a United Methodist News Service news writer based in
Nashville, Tenn.

News media contact: Kathy L. Gilbert, Nashville, Tenn., (615) 742-5470
or newsdesk@umcom.org.

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