Katrina

Friday evening, September 3,thesixo’clocknewsreported more volunteers were needed at the Astrodome; I clicked the remote, threw some things together, and drove the hour from my house to the dome – as I would do that night and the following two.

I expected crowds and difficulty parking and even pictured someone telling me that I was not needed once I arrived. That was not the case.

Walking up the east entrance ramp, for a second or two, I remembered my dad years ago taking my sister and me to see the Astros on bat night. She and I were so excited to have made it in time to get a baseball bat before they were all gone. This night would be different. I knew there was no game, no bats or balls, no cheering fans, just hurting people inside.