Detritus Upsetus

People have real problems with debris. I understand. You see, I too have debris issues. When my office blew away (and yes it was wind and the insurance company's own forensic engineer concluded it was tornadic activity), I have people's personal records in file cabinets, most of which disappeared and the ones found were partially underwater. Our office credit card was found by some sick soul who proceeded to make charges as they drove to Kansas and South Dakota. We still have debris on the office grounds.

But, my debris problems are minor. It is all perspective.

Part of Gulfport is abuzz. Seems a noted doctor's house also blew apart. Unfortunately, some very personal and pornographic photographs blew around the neighborhood, but survived well enough to identify the doctor and his friends. We heard about it at our Thursday-Mexican night dinner and then at my office and then from a neighbor.

Buildings blown apart, boats shot through the air, giant barges thrown ashore, 50 miles of beachfront torn asunder, but you never know when something you don't want others to know will surface amidst the havoc of life.

Note to readers: Always assume all photographs taken will become public.