I'm a big-city girl at heart, but I have to admit that it's nice to spend a weekend in a place where you can just turn the car alarm off and forget that you have it.
I'm at the beach, finally, camping in Buccaneer State Park. This morning I'm taking advantage of free wi-fi and strong coffee at the Mockingbird Cafe in Bay St. Louis. Across the street is the Methodist church that I remember from my first post-Katrina visit here. At that point, six months after the storm, its steeple was still laying on the front lawn. Seeing it standing tall again yesterday made me want to smile and cry at the same time.
Katrina's fingerprints are still all over here. Part of Beach Boulevard is a dirt road, waiting to be re-built. Many beachfront lots are still vacant; others have only empty pilings and "for sale" signs. But the beaches are still beautiful, the Gulf water is warm, and I haven't seen any oil -- yet. BP's workers are walking the beaches, but the big plastic bags they're carrying have been mostly empty. Unfortunately for the local businesses, so are the beaches.
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