There is something frustratingly surreal about seeing your former hometown devastated while you're 2500 miles away on a beautiful, sunny 80-degree day. The picture above is from the Seabrook side of the Kemah-Seabrook bridge, looking north on Texas 146, about a half-mile from my former home. Both Kemah and Seabrook got hammered. The Kemah Boardwalk is under what appears to be about 3' of water and the Seabrook waterfront along Todville Road, which is right at sea level is more garbage dump and debris field than road.
The good news is that my ex-wife just learned that she has a home to return to. In fact, it appears that the entire cul-de-sac survived- damp, but relatively intact. My ex lost a pecan tree in her back yard, but based on what she knows now, that appears to be about the worst of it. She has a home to return to, even though it's going to be a couple of days before she'll be allowed back into Seabrook. Over the next few days, many people I know there will no doubt discover that they don't have a home to return to. I can't even begin to imagine what that must be like...and for that I'm grateful.
