Beaumont, TX
This is starting to get ridiculous. Once, in Louisiana is understandable. Twice, in places separated by a hundred miles is getting irritating. This hurricane thing is beginning to piss me off. It’s messing with my schedule and that is unacceptable.
The damned thing isn’t even supposed to approach land until Monday night or Tuesday morning and then it looks like it’s heading for the Louisiana coast a hundred miles or more to the east of here. Nevertheless I have gone out of my way to see two sites out this direction both of which were closed due to the hurricane.
It’s a blue sky kind of day. Hot and somewhat humid. No clouds, no rumor of rain, very little breeze. It’s a holiday weekend. No word of evacuation or even preparations for evacuation in these parts and yet the folks at the Gladys-Spindletop Boomtown Museum in Beaumont have packed up and buggered off leaving me stuck in goddamned Texas with nothing to do.
I wish Gustav, the son of a bitch, would just hit and get it over with so I could figure out what the hell’s left and what to do next and not keep running into snags with no point or purpose behind them. God damn it.