I’m sitting in my modest but comfortable Fondren home on a Saturday night, nursing a summer cold. My power is finally back on; my AC, television and Internet are working, and my car even has some gas! My wife and I are expecting our first child any minute now, and I feel fairly confident that we’ll be able to bring him into this world with some semblance of safety. And although I am grateful for all of this (except the cold), I am also extremely angry, almost to the point of despair.
