500 eggs, 60 men in blueThursday, 4:25 p.m.
By Eva Jacob Barkoff Staff writer
NEW IBERIA -- Around 5 a.m. today, Mary Tripeaux received a call that members of a search-and rescue-team from Phoenix, Ariz., were on their way for breakfast at Victor's Cafeteria on Main Street. Soon the crew arrived and filled themselves with coffee, grits, biscuits, bacon, potatoes and sausage -- and more than 500 eggs.
"There are 180 eggs in one case and we went through at least three cases," Tripeaux said. "And by around 9 a.m., we had run out of sausage. They had eaten it all."
After breakfast, about 60 men in blue uniforms from Phoenix's Urban Search and Rescue Team held a meeting under a gazebo across from Victor's to go over final details of their mission. They wouldn't discuss details with a reporter.
The men had arrived in several trucks and two 18-wheelers filled with equipment. Also along were three Labrador retrievers.
"We have a lot of equipment here to try and do what we can to help," one of the men said.
Before leaving for New Orleans, he reflected on breakfast at Victor's and concluded: "That was the best meal we have had in 48 hours."
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Volunteer dutyBy Deanna McLendon Staff writer
Nineteen-year-old Jacqueline Lively wants to go to medical school. While volunteering the past several nights at medical evacuation center established at LSUs Pete Maravich Assembly Center, her desire was tested as she changed bedpans, emptied catheters and encountered both the awful and the poignant.
Lively spent most of Tuesday night trying to locate 36-week premature infant Symphony Sotomayor Colon, who was airlifted out of Methodist Hospital in New Orleans earlier in the day.
The mother had no idea where the baby was, Lively said. Shed stayed behind in New Orleans because she had other children but eventually was evacuated to Baton Rouge with her young son. The woman had no ailments but was allowed in the evacuation center, Lively said, because they didnt want the little boy sleeping outside.
Lively called the Red Cross and all the hospitals in Baton Rouge fruitlessly searching for Symphony.
I never found the baby. I dont know if they ever found the baby I have no idea.
Lively said the PMAC was filled with elderly people, many of whom still had their feet wet from trying to get out. They were all really dehydrated.
Though many elderly were evacuated from nursing homes, others left residences behind.
They ask about their houses, Lively said. They havent seen any TV or news stories. I dont want to tell them that their home is probably gone.
But despite all the pain and worry Lively encountered, her time as a volunteer also produced lighter moments.
There was one all she has is her wig. I put lipstick on another lady. Another man tried to dance with me.
He sang me a song he wrote.
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City not safe for anyoneThursday, 3:45 p.m.
Across the city Thursday, the haunting fear of flooding was replaced by a raw fear for life and public safety.
Navigating the St. Thomas area of the Lower Garden District in an SUV, Times-Picayune reporter Gordon Russell, accompanied by a photographer from The New York Times, described a landscape of lawlessness where he feared for his life and felt his safety was threatened at nearly every turn.
At the Superdome and Ernest N. Morial Convention Center, Russell said throngs of hungry and desperate people displaced by the flood overwhelmed the few law enforcement or miliatary personnel present.
"There was no crowd control," Russell said. "People were swarming. It was a near riot situation. The authorities have got to get some military down here to get control of the situation."
Russell witnessed a shootout between police and citizens near the Convention Center that left one man dead in a pool of blood. Police, perhaps caught off guard by their sudden arrival on the scene, slammed Russell and the photographer against a wall and threw their gear on the ground as they exited their SUV to record the event.
The journalists retreated to Russell's home Uptown where they hid in fear. They planned to flee the city later today.
Almost everywhere Russell went Uptown, one of the few relatively dry areas in Orleans Parish, he said he felt the threat of violence.
"There is a totally different feeling here than there was yesterday (Wednesday)," said Russell, who has reported on the aftermatch of Hurricane Katrina since the storm devastated the city on Monday. "I'm scared. I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm getting out of here."
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Refugee restaurateursBy Brett Anderson Restaurant critic
On Sunday, Ralph Brennan was headed with his wife, two children and 91-year-old mother-in-law to Florida, where his sister Cindy Brennan, owner of Mr. B's Bistro in the French Quarter, had evacuated.
Crossing the Twin Spans they discovered I-10 east had been closed. Plan B -- to head to Ralph's brother's farm in Tuscaloosa, Ala. -- didn't pan out either. At 12:30 Monday morning, 12 hours after leaving New Orleans, Brennan and his family landed at the home Bill and Besty Latham, fellow restaurateurs in Jackson, Miss.
They didn't stay long. The heat in Jackson, which lost power soon after Brennan arrived, was too much for his elderly mother-in-law. That's how Brennan, the owner of the New Orleans restaurants Bacco, Redfish Grill and Ralphs on the Park, found himself in Oxford, Miss., which since Monday has seen its population swell with evacuees, many of them from New Orleans' professional class.
Duke Eversmeyer, a Metairie internist, escaped to his Oxford condominium. He's looking around for work, thinking about making it a permanent home. Billy Sothern, a New Orleans lawyer, is searching for an apartment, preferably a two bedroom, so his wife Nikki Page, an artist, can set up a studio. Last night he was at the bar above City Grocery, a restaurant owned by New Orleans native John Currence. "Now that I'm living here, I'm dedicating myself to drinking them out of Abita Amber" he said as he ordered another bottle of the Louisiana-brewed beer.
Under normal circumstances, the tree-lined town of 12,000 residents is well equipped to handle visitors. Its restaurants, among the best in the deep south, are an attraction, as is Ole Miss. William Faulkner called Oxford home, and the town boasts a fertile literary community. Richard Howorth, Oxford's mayor, is also the owner of Square Books, the town's well-regarded book seller.
Howorth figures that Oxford has absorbed 2,000 to 3,000 evacuees from New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast. The first ones were mostly friends and family members of Oxford residents. Yesterday saw the arrival of what he called "bonafied refugees" like Brennan, and he expects their number to swell in the next couple of days. He met today with officials from the Red Cross and other relief agencies "to try to get our heads around what our capacity is, what we can reasonably deal with, and what our possibilities are for receiving these people, because they're not just visiting."
Howorth said that the University of Mississippi was extending its enrollment a week to accommodate displaced students from Tulane and LSU.
Armed with his laptop and cell phone, Brennan was trying to assess the damage to his restaurants and figure out a way to take care of his roughly 400 employees. He said staffers can check in with his restaurants' Web sites to report their whereabouts and retrieve other information. "Unfortunately, I'm thinking maybe only half (of the employees) have Internet capability. We have paychecks for them. Today is payday, and our comptroller is in Houston."
Brennan's restaurants are far from his only worry. His mother-in-law is ailing, and he needs to find schools for his 16-year-old daughter and 18-year-old son. He'd heard about every other member of the Brennan restaurant family save for his cousin Dickie Brennan, who's set up a temporary office in Baton Rouge. Dickie Brennan hopes to marshal the resources of his New Orleans restaurants -- Palace Cafe, Bourbon House, Dickie Brennan's Steakhouse -- to help in the relief effort, much as restaurants in Manhattan became defacto soup kitchens in the wake of 9-11.
Ralph Brennan hasn't gotten that far yet. He's having trouble keeping track of what day it is.
"I live on my calendar," he said, holding up his PDA. "And now there's no calendar."
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