Thursday, February 7, 2019

Imran Awan Lottery Visa Winner Pakistani IT Traitor and more Democrat Obstruction of Justice in cahoots with Peter Strzok

Obstruction of Justice: How the Deep State Risked National Security to Protect the Democrats

Investigative reporter Luke Rosiak is being hailed as “one of the smartest, most diligent reporters in Washington” (TUCKER CARLSON) and “a bulldog” (DANA LOESCH) for uncovering “what is possibly the largest scandal and coverup in the history of the United States House of Representatives” (NEWT GINGRICH).  

It’s like something out of a spy novel: In the heat of the 2016 election, an unvetted Pakistani national with a proclivity for blackmail gained access to the computer files of one in five Democrats in the House of Representatives. He and his family lifted data off the House network, stole the identity of an intelligence specialist, and sent congressional electronic equipment to foreign officials. And that was only the beginning.

Rather than protect national security, Congress and the Justice Department schemed to cover up a politically inconvenient hack and an underlying fraud on Capitol Hill involving dozens of Democrats' offices. Evidence disappeared, witnesses were threatened, and the supposed watchdogs in the media turned a blind eye.

Combining tenacious investigative reporting and high-tech investigative techniques, Luke Rosiak began ferreting out the truth, and found himself face to face with the "Deep State," observing how Nancy Pelosi's Democrats manipulated the Department of Justice, the media, and even Republican leadership to sabotage the investigation into what Newt Gingrich calls possibly the biggest congressional scandal in history.

So what?
p. 72 ...the Awans were funneling all the data off of members' official servers and onto one computer in an unknown location; a massive security violation.

About this time the DNC got hacked. Debbie Wassermann Schultz denied access to that computer to the FBI of Justice having their own "independent" company in to determine who had done the hacking. p. 70 ... A simple search of Imran's name on the WikiLeaks site revealed that Imran was on a first-name basis with DNC officials and had access to Wassermann Schultz's electronic devices at the DNC. On May 4, 2016, DNC Assistant to the Chair Amy Kroll wrote: "I do not have access to her iPad password, but Imran does."

Then comes one of the great ironies of all of this: the involvement of the pawn of the Democrats, Peter Strzok. 

Ron Hosko, the FBI’s former assistant director, said the agent on the case is “getting marginalized on the thing, he doesn’t have the bigger picture.” He said the facts in the case plainly call for the resources of both the FBI’s counterintelligence division and the public corruption unit. Peter Strzok, who sought to close down the investigation into Clinton’s emails before the intelligence community IG found classified materials, and who repeatedly voiced his support for Democrats, was deputy assistant director of the FBI’s counterintelligence division.

How did this happen?

1. First of all, who were these people? We can blame the Visa Lottery System.

p. 112   In 1997, Imran Awn applied to immigrate to the United States under the diversity lottery. He won. The family--Muhammed (father), Imran, Abid, Jamal, sister Adeela, and their mom, Tahira-- borrowed money for the plane tickets to the United Stats, and when they arrived stayed with distant relatives: Nasim Akhtar, who owed the federal government six figures in outstanding taxes, and her husband, who was indicted on charges of Medicaid fraud.

p. 113 His father was more interested in manipulating the system than in working. He took a series of jobs, but only as an excuse to get disability payments.
p. 114 The father "He became a fraud priest. He put in the newspaper: "'I can make you heal if you give me money.'"

     "Imran, the eldest child, was trained as Muhammed's apprentice. Lithe, handsome and charismatic, Imran was a good talker, especially with women. Muhammed would find men who were suffering from cancer and other deadly ailments and send Imran to convince their wives to exchange their life savings --sometimes as much as $30,000--for the continued life of their spouses."

In his early twenties and while still not a U.S. citizen, he began working in congressional IT through a contractor, Into America Corp, now IConstituent, which managed data about people who requested hep from their Congress members; data that could include Social Security.

Florida Representative Robert Wexler, who in 2004 hired Imran directly. In 2004 Imran became a citizen and was hired by Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Representative Xavier Becerra.

Wassermann Schultz encouraged newly elected members to place him on their payrolls and he was soon making the maximum salary under House rules. He added one relative after another to the House payroll.

p. 71: The author writes:

I went through my database, calling House IT aides until I found one willing to speak with me. After Congress banned the Awans, many members suddenly needed IT aides. Pat Sowers took over the office of Don McEachin, a newly elected Democrat from Virginia. Sowers had, in fact, been originally slated to set up the office after the election. "Within a week of the election," however, "McEachin's chief of staff called me and wanted to hire me, but they were very clear on it, Sowers said. This meant that even though the Awans had, according to Buzzfeed, been under investigation for "months," they'd been allowed to expand their roster of clients and configure the entire computer networks of newly elected members, including two new members of the Congressional Black Caucus, McEahen and Lisa Blunt rochester of Delaware, and three new members for Florida, Charlie Crist, Darren Soto and Stephanie Murphy. They weren't merely allowed to do so -- someone pushed them onto these members.

What Sowers found when he arrived in February as Representative McEachin's second choice IT aide is that all the computers were configured to be nothing more than "thin clients" that pointed to an external server, meaning all of Representative McEachin's data was being stored somewhere else. The computers also lacked the most basic precautions, such as anti-virus software mandated by the House. ... What it came down to, they said, is that the Awans were funneling all the data off of members' official servers and onto one computer in an unknown location; a massive security violation.


Chapter Twelve: Pakistan

p. 125: A 2009 article in the Pakistani newspaper, Dawn, available online in English, revealed that Imran was a serial fraudster who surrounded himself with other morally compromised individuals who systematically exploited the vulnerable, double-crossed his partners, routinely extorted and threatened witnesses, framed his victims for crimes, and used political influence to get away with it.

P. 129  ...When Muhammed Awan was arrested for stealing land from the farmers, he screamed in the police station: "You don't know me, my SON (Imran) owns the White House in D.C., you will learn a lesson forever...I am king maker and I can change prime minister."

WHITE HOUSE? Obama was then in office

Minhas said that when Imran arrived in Pakistan to bury his mother and extort and frame others, a US. Embassy official met him at the airport at 2 a.m. and escorted him into the town to the hospital where his father was being treated. Imran wasted no time using that as a display of his influence. "Imran Awn said to me directly these words: 'See how I control White House on my fingertip, look [at] that guy (officer from U.S. Consulate was standing corner side in his father room in hospital). He was stand by inside airport waiting for me to welcome me in Pakistan.; Imran bragged: "My boss called to Embassy."

Of whom was he referring? Boss? White House? Just how far did this go?

What Minhas said next was shocking. His brother witnessed Muhammed give Rehman Malik, a former intelligence officer who went on to become Pakistan's interior minister, a USB of data. "After Imran father deliver USB to Rehman Malik, four Pakistani [intelligence] agents were with his father twenty-four hour on duty to protect him. Oh, yes, some Pakistani [intel] agents were with him all the time, as per order of Rehman Malik [former interior minster]."

The book ends with the question:

Do they even know that the Awn groups relatives and associates continue to occupy sensitive IT roles in the federal government, including one who got a top-secret intelligence contract with the Obama White House despite the fact that his previous position was operating a car dealership? That another associate won a multimillion-dealership? That another associate won a multimillion
-dollar Department of Defense contract (in fact, he got preference for it by invoking his status as an ethnic minority)? That a former roommate runs IT for the Department of Homeland Security's Customs and Border Protection?

Do they want to know?

This is the story of a cover-up, manipulation, and the subversion of justice, and it is a true one in a world whee true stories often don't have happy endings. But one conclusion seems clear: the DOJ, Democrats ad some establishment republicans are all on the same team. One where insiders go along to get along. 

Every American should read this book just to understand how vulnerable our national security is. And when you look at this clip, you will see just how misplaced is our trust in any version of the truth coming from the Democrats' mouths.


So these are the people now in charge of Congress. Expect no truth from them. But total loyalty from the flock of sheep they control.

Friday, February 1, 2019


Thank you, Jane, for sharing this with me! My understanding is that Riggs is the company built around Spalding Writing Road to Reading developed by Romalda Spalding, a disciple of Dr. Samuel Orton, founder of the Orton Dyxlexia Society. This program is effective with children first learning to read keeping them from ever acquiring a "learning disability" (school induced dyslexia) Principal John Winston discovered that his identified "dyslexics" fell from 40 to 1 when he initiated the Spalding Writing Road to Reading in the elementary (90% minority, serving 3 housing projects in Louisiana) and brought their reading scores from the 25th percentile to the 80th. Add that to a Core Knowledge curriculum (sequential learning skill upon skill foundational rather than thematic) and our children will soar!
The program is also effective with those learning English as a second language as well as those who already have learning disabilities. 
But, this will NEVER HAPPEN IF YOU LEAVE IT TO THE COLLEGES OF EDUCATION. They have been brainwashed and taken over by PROGRESSIVE educators who have a political agenda. Our only hope is to take education out of the hands of professional "educators" and allow those with degrees outside of education to take their places in the classrooms of our country. Master teachers do not have more knowledge to impart. Their certification relies upon their "methodology". Does their class exemplify thematic learning, group learning, peer tutoring, multiculturalism, inferential learning (rather than direct instruction). 
Good civics instruction would be wonderful as would authentic History. But, those who have teaching certificates have been indoctrinated into an ideology rather than content (as leading Harvard pedagogue, founder of Liberation Theology, calls it in his book, Pedagogy of the Oppressed.) This philosophy dominates our colleges of education and those materials in Common Core produced by Pearson. 
Our schools must first have leaders who are not followers. They must have the moral courage to reject "current wisdom" (as Dean Kunkel of the Auburn College of Education called Whole language in the early 90s) but they are now bound by the money they have already spent and our children will continue to be slaves to that philosophy. 
Unless parents vote with their feet and start charter schools where THEY will determine the curriculum rather than those with "degrees" in current wisdom, you are back where you started.. 
I would love to be on a committee to make this happen. But, I am too outspoken, I guess. Plus, I think. Therefore I write. And you would know every detail of every conflict because it would take many voices to free our children from this debacle.

Wednesday, January 23, 2019



I am appalled by the continuing Broadcast Bullying by the major media. SHAME! Claiming the young man, a high school student at an age particularly vulnerable to the bullying, was "smirking" according to a reporter, who set the tone for her judgmental report on the confrontation. Pursued by the elderly Native American beating a drum in front of him, the young man smiled at him. But the Broadcast bullies choose to accuse these young people of rude and disrespectful behavior in the face of a confrontation these children, waiting for a bus at the Lincoln memorial, had never had to face before. 
The young man has gotten death threats. We in Panama City ought to be even more appalled after seeing the effects of bullying on the middle schooler at Surfside Middle School. These broadcast bullies are adults! 
But, children, unless they are alien children, are fair game to these folks. 
"Crackers with Make America Great Again hats on," they were called. 
It makes me nauseous how evil these people are. How quick they are to misinterpret every act and facial expression to support their own agenda. Disgusting!

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Christmas in the Belly of the Whale Hurricane Michael

Christmas in the Belly of the Whale Hurricane Michael

This was my bedroom at our townhouse before the storm. We heard that evacuation was Mandatory on Monday. We packed an overnight bag and left to stay with my sister and her husband in Dothan. Wednesday the storm happened and our life was changed. Below is our bedroom after the storm. You probably cannot see all of the mildew around the room. OR the fact that the carpet is drenched and the drywall full of water. Thank God my sweet neighbor rescued the quilt my mother made.

This is what it looks like now. This is my bedroom now and my clothes closet. 

When the remediation people (Serv Pro out of Mesquite Texas) came in they ripped out everything and put MOST of it in black bags. I went through the black bags. My grandmother's jewelry box and other jewelry is missing. They vow that they vet every employee. I dropped in frequently. As you know, I probably need another hip replacement and Joe has had three brain surgeries this year. There is no way he and I could make it up and down the three stories to move furniture and carry things up and down the stairs. We needed their help. Everyone said SERPRO was respected and to be trusted. Licensed and bonded?

My Acorn Chairlift did not work because the power had been out for weeks. Generators were the source of power to dehumidify the house. The Roof had a hole in it and the water and humidity caused lots of problems and that was the reason for our efforts at "mitigating" the damage. We found out that a national service like Serv Pro sets up in town and franchises from around the country come into the disaster zone. Serv Pro out of Alabama BWW, Inc. dab SERPRO of Birmingham was apparently in charge of distributing the different franchises out as the calls came in. We just happened to get the folks out of Mesquite Texas.

We thought it strange when the owner of the franchise told us we had to give them our credit card just for them to hold on file until the work was done. But, Treasure Island Marina has the same policy. I understood they would communicate with our insurance company about the charges, so on Oct. 21, I forwarded them all the information I had about our insurance company.  We called our credit card and told them to extend our credit to $25,000, the most, they assured us that this would cost and it was just to have on record, anyway. We did not know that BWW would go ahead and charge that amount. 

We did not know that until we got a notice from our medical insurance company that their automatic payment would not go through that they had immediately charged $25,000 to our card. Now remember, Joe has had three brain surgeries. We are serious about paying our insurance. 
I immediately went to our credit card statement and discovered that charge. 

The hurricane occurred on October 10, 2018. It took at least 10 days for us to get back into town to deal with any of this because of the debris in the streets. You must remember that 100,000 plus were affected by this storm. Competition was tough finding folks to cut the trees off homes and out of yards just to enable access to them. No restaurants were open. And then as they slowly one by one opened they were full of workers here from everywhere -- connecting electrical, pushing debris off the roads, cutting trees, stacking trees on the side of the road, working on the water supply. The marina was destroyed. 

The tree behind the gazebo started off on top of our house. Our sweet son, Drew, came over from Mobile and cut the tree off the house and put the tarp on for us. You would not believe the charges for cutting trees here! He and Brittany then built a fence around our back yard for us for protection and just to give us a little place out of the black and white world around us. 
 The picture on the right was our back deck. We could not go out the back door of our guest house. But, in spite of the holes in the roof, and the window that blew out spewing shattered glass into the rugs (had to be thrown out so grandchildren would not get glass in feet) and upholstered furniture (will have to go as well, shards of glass and mold).  And yet, inside this little house in spite of cupping floors and leaking roof, it is livable.

So, back to the SERV PRO story. I called and asked for an Invoice even though their work was not finished and they had left.

The Invoice was dated November 7 and the amount was $20,788.25. In other words, they had over charged us $4,211.75, according to their accounting. That money was not returned to us until I told them I had called the Florida Attorney General's office who told me to also alert the Texas Attorney General's office who told me to also call the Feds. I did so. The forms to fill out are in my drawer. When I finally called Mesquite Texas and spoke to the boss's wife, also a partner in the business, she put her husband on the phone and he apparently got in touch with BWW in Alabama who finally cut us a refund check and had it next day delivered to us on December 12.

Fortunately, I was able to call my credit card company and give them a check over the phone when I realized what had happened from our account (fortunately we had sold some timber and had some funds there). I called our medical insurance folks and they resubmitted their charges. Our credit card company covered our medical insurance accounts.

I have been going through the black bags in which SERVPRO stuck all that was in my closet. The clothes in most of the bags were mildewed, etc. so I listed them for the claims. They even emptied the drawers in all of my other furniture that was not damaged, AND only had to be shifted so that they could do the other work.

I could not find my grandmother's jewelry box and other jewelry that was on a shelf in the closet. This is all I found in those black bags relating to my jewelry.

The box on the left once held my three strand pearl bracelet with the emerald clasp, an anniversary present. The one on the right held my gold necklace with the gold shell slide, also a gift. I asked the guy in Mesquite about their claim to have vetted all of their employees. I said, "Then who was the guy with the tattoos up his neck." "We employ a lot of people. You can't expect me to remember every one!" That ought to tell us something. 

I am sure I haven't remembered all that is lost. Like my turquoise necklace I just remembered.

We are blessed. We had resources. If you do not have money to get the ball rolling you get put to the back of the line because those others are also needing the same services you do -- tree cutting, an electrician to repair the mast that got messed up when the tree fell onto your house, a bobcat to move all the debris on your yard to a place where one of those services that pick up heavy logs and limbs can eventually pick up the debris.

All the while you are trying to talk to your insurance company to get the help you need. Ironically they tell you to file online. Do they not know that THERE IS NO INTERNET SERVICE! YET! AND IT IS DECEMBER 22. That means there is no cable, landlines for telephone, cell towers are down so there is frequently no cell reception. For weeks you could not drink the water, it had to be boiled. The power company was cheered when it finally arrived. You cannot call your doctor because his landline is down. You must go by their office to see if they are open or if they have moved. Many have moved. Some across the bridge to the Beach which suffered little or no damage, believe it or not!! Our beautiful canopy of trees all over Panama City is gone. They are now cut up into little pieces and build a wall on the side of the road that it takes trucks days to pick up because those double trucks must balance the weight to make sure they are safely loaded. And they cannot pick up under some power lines.

These are some pictures from our area. The Cove was hard hit. The first picture is from Nantucket right across the street from our townhouse.

These three were taken on our roof by Drew. That red spot below is the She Shack, also damaged by the storm. 

I think this is across the street.

So many have lost their homes, apartments, etc. that Want Ads are everywhere. Help Wanted.

 And so, here we live, until our General Contractor can get to our townhouse. We bought this home when a friend from whom Drew was renting decided to sell. We are very comfortable here. If you come in and close the door, you don't really think of the dystopian world outside the door.

So, this Christmas at Mimi's will be quite different. I could not find my ornaments and actually surprised myself with wanting to do any decorating (putting up a tree). But then I encountered my friend, Jan Rascoe at Lowe's. Her husband, Steve, was pastor at the First Methodist Church who died suddenly about two weeks ago. He had worked so hard helping others his big heart just gave out. I figured he neglected his own needs while helping others. They buried him with a beard he said he would not cut until everyone had their power restored. I enveloped Jan in a hug when I saw her. I asked what she was coming to Lowes for and she said, "I need something bright, something colorful." Bless her heart. Hallmark Flower Shop was closed because of damage. As were many others. I had not thought of the wonderful uplift flowers can provide to those who are hurting. Another friend was with her. She said she had lost everything.

I have not lost everything. I still have my sweet husband. Would I be a half empty person or a half full person? God's blessings were all around me.

So up went the tree I found in the She Shack that I decorated with stuffed animals that were also there.

Okay, so I like to squeeze their little hands and listen to the music. 

Cecily has the mitigation folks at her house (she, Lily and Steve stayed in their home during the storm, believe it or not). Cecily and Lily went to Dothan soon after. No power (air-conditioning, lights, etc.), no TV, no Internet and boiling water sent them out of THE ZONE.

Steve stayed. He is a dedicated rural mail carrier and was determined that those who needed their medications on his route would get them. He has such a good heart and has a relationship with those he serves, checking up on them, etc. His home was open to those who had less -- to take showers, a nap. They are only now getting their home seen about. Since their insurance has been less than helpful (State Farm) they are hiring an independent adjuster and hiring an attorney to represent them. Cecily is dependent on Insulin. About $12,000 worth of life saving medications were lost when the power went out. The insurance company plans to give them $60. She has so many conditions that are life-threatening. You can imagine what black mold would do to her. Can you believe this?

I would like to know what good your insurance agent is if all he does is sell the product but does not advocate for his insured!

But, back to the important things. Drew, Brittany, George and Sam will spend the night with us. Brooke, Mike, Megan and Molly will come for the day and then go home. Cecily, Steve and Lily are here and will join us as well. 

This is my Christmas menu. If you haven't been to "Eat Here" that is the old Jimmy's. that became Sue's on 6th Street but is now Country Cooking but Country Cooking blew away and now all you have is Eat Here. Go in and say hello to Donna and Sherry. Mr. Robertson may be in there. He came here after the storm because he had a friend whose ex wife lived in the middle of the storm. He has a bobcat and is a master with the saw. His purpose was to come here and help folks recover. He is staying down the street with his friend's ex wife and her family. She is a nurse with a heart as big as all outdoors. He came from Mississippi.  

Christmas at Mimi’s a la Hurricane Michael

Turkey Breast
Standing Roast Beef

Nanny and Paw Paw Gravy
Green Beans, New Potatoes, Corn on the Cob cooked together

Green Bean Casserole           Brooke
Macaroni and Cheese             Brittany
Hash Brown casserole            Cecily

Eat Here Pick up
Sweet Potato Casserole
Squash Casserole
Chicken and Dumplings

Cranberry Sauce
Ambrosia (oranges, grapefruit, cherries)
Strawberry Shortcake (George’s favorite)
Seven layer chocolate cake (Brooke is bringing)
Apricot Delight Salad (once Daddy's favorite)

Butter rolls

Tea and Lemonade


This year became a year for books, things I could order off of Amazon. 

Drew told me about an event that occurred at his shop (he builds furniture now, Azalea Home Furnishings, in Mobile. A gifted Carpenter. He has a Masters in Operations Management, but found his bliss building things). His helper came to him and said, "There's somebody at the door you need to speak to." There he met  a woman who said to him, "I am so sorry to bother you. A friend gave me a ride to a church because I needed to ask for help to get my car fixed. I have had surgery and am still recovering. I thought I could walk home, but I just cannot make it. Could you please give me a ride?"

Drew said, "I remembered the story I heard once of the shoemaker who lived alone with a window onto a busy street. He saw an angel who told him, 'Jesus is coming to see you tomorrow.'"

I remembered vividly the rest of the story. I had read it to them frequently.

During the day, the shoemaker had several visitors all of whom he gave a pair of shoes. 
That night, he sat alone, once more and as he nodded off he said to himself, "Jesus was supposed to come today."

The angel came once more and said, "He did. He was the mother whose child had no shoes and you gave her the shoes you had made for your own child." He was the....j
Needless to say, Drew gave the lady a ride.

Tears came to my own eyes when he told me that. Drew was the little boy who climbed over me and under me while I held Brooke in my arms and Cecily read along over my shoulder. He DID hear. 

All five of my grandchildren will get the book, Papa Panov's Special Day, along with other books that I have ordered using my iPhone Hot Spot because the INTERNET REMAINS DOWN. 

In the midst of this I do remember the reason for the season. Our Lord Jesus Christ came to earth as a baby, a human being and experienced all of our pain upon the Cross. He was born for me. He died for me. And you. 

My Presbyterian Church had the roof blown off. It is destroyed. Earlier deacons had decided $40,000 a year for wind insurance was too much. How can you help people and save money? They did manage to saved $1,000,000 in reserve. $750,000 has already been spent for mitigation. Where to go from here? For the moment we meet at the Church for the Seventh Day Adventists who are sharing their facility with us. 

A friend had the entire back of her house blown off. She, her son, her granddaughter were in the house. Their ears popped and her son yelled, "to the hall!" they looked up to see the roof blow off. All the antiques that had meant so much are destroyed. "Suddenly," she said, "those things that had meant so much really don't matter, anymore. We are all alive." She will build a new house on the lot. But for now, she is also homeless. Living in a condo until her home can be built. Fortunately, she has insurance. 

"All things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to his purposes." Even a Hurricane.

 God bless us every one.  

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Hurricane Michael Refugee Panama City

We are refugees from Michael, a situation one never envisions for oneself. Monday of last week, October 8, I had plans to get my hair done, play bridge at the Yacht Club and attend the St. Andrew Bay Yacht Club Ladies Auxiliary on Thursday. However, we heard that there was a mandatory evacuation called for 6 am the next morning. I packed us a change of clothes and Joe and I headed for Dothan to stay with my sister Sylvia and her husband Tom who have a beautiful home with plenty of bedrooms and bathrooms. We brought Gigi, our standard poodle, with us. Sylvia has two little schnauzers who are aged and delicate, so we took Gigi to Westwood Pet Care. 
Hoping daughter Cecily, her husband Steve, and daughter Lily would be coming close behind, we left daughter Brooke's home in Dothan free for them.

We weathered the storm with Sylvia and Tom with trees falling all around us in Spann Farm. Cecily et. al refused to leave their home. Fortunately, Camryn's Crossing had little damage, just a bit of the roof.  It is now Saturday. They finally have come north to Dothan and Brooke and Mike's home. For how long, there is no telling. There still is no power and they must boil water and cannot flush commodes because the sewage is backing up in Panama City.

Thursday night we got a call from dear friends of ours, Gary and Karen and Gary's daughter, Marion.  They had gotten scammed on a room in Marianna. They had left Karen's son with whom they had weathered the storm in Mobile, at 11:00 and after a long day on the road (Gary is still recuperating from a stroke that has left him partially paralyzed on his right side) they gave us a call. They had gotten to Marianna and Karen went in to the totally black reception room to ask about their reservation. They were told no one there made reservations. The power was out. They had nowhere to go. So, my sweet sister and brother-in-law invited them there. Marion was frazzled. She not only had her Daddy about whom she was concerned, she also had her three little poodles in the same delicate condition as Sylvia's schnauzers. They finally found their way to Sylvia's and we all settled in to an exhausted sleep. 

After the storm, everyone wanted to go to Panama City. Joe and I needed to see what had happened to our guest house and townhouse. But, with my arthritis, I realized I would not be much good doing all the walking and carrying that might be necessary, so we called our son in Mobile, who has become quite a gifted carpenter and we met him in Crestview.  Joe joined him in his truck with tarp, chain saw, wood, etc. and I went on to Mobile and Brittany and the boys while they went to Panama City to deal with whatever needed to be dealt with. 

Sylvia and Tom headed to Harbour Village to find their Beach Home, a condo on the top floor, drenched and a wall out. 

These are the pictures Drew and Joe took of the Cove and Panama City. 

This is our church, First Presbyterian, missing a roof. 

Episcopal Church on Beach Drive

That may be the brick side of the Woman's Club

I think this is Cove Boulevard. No longer is there that beautiful oak canopy.

 This is St. Andrews looking North beside Harbour Village where Sylvia and Tom had just moved into their new place at Harbour Village. They lost the roof and had lots of damage.

Harbour Village

Oaks by the Bay to the right

Beach Drive?

Cove Boulevard?

Side of the Woman's Club on Cove Boulevard and 4th Street

Cove Boulevard?

First Presbyterian Church Downtown Panama City. This is our church.


Cove Boulevard

Woman's Club on the corner of Cove Boulevard and 6th

Cove Boulevard

St. Andrew Bay Yacht Club

Our Guesthouse

Our home (town home)

We were amazingly blessed that so many of the things that were my mother's and father's survived. As did my portraits!

This is the view from the top deck. That is Gary Hein's sailboat sitting pretty there. I am not so sure about their house. I hope Roz and Gary left!

This is Nantucket up the hill from our townhouses.

Downstairs library

So far so good. But it will be a long time sitting with wet carpet in there. And we cannot get in to move anything out. 

Joe's mother's china cabinet. 

It is amazing to see the things that remained unmoved in our townhouse right next to a really big mess. Wind, rain and tree limbs. 

But you can't hurry. Now Panama City is still getting the basics repaired and the roads cleared so that we can begin rebuilding. 

But the truth is we are so very blessed. We have our family intact and had a wonderful visit with my family in Dothan. And now we are comfortably ensconced in Mobile with our son and daughter-in-law and two grandsons. Drew and Joe will return to Panama City. Our son will put us at the top of his work list. Our Insurance will help us rebuild the townhouse and repair the guesthouse. Our dog plays happily with Brooke and Mike, Cecily (who finally came North) and the granddaughters are safe. Our neighbors guard our spot while we are not there and we will all rebuild. One neighbor is a retired veteran and policeman with a supply of defense devices (guns). We have heard there are looters in the neighborhood, believe it or not.

It is Saturday. I had to buy some clothes today because I only planned to be gone overnight. I saw an old friend from Dothan at the Dillards in Panama City.

Our son-in-law, Steve, is back to work as a mail carrier. They are in to work today, Sunday, delivering medicines.

Joe and I are together. Our children are safe. We have air-conditioning and even cable with Drew in Mobile and with Sylvia in Dothan.

God is good.