So I just couldn't take not knowing what my town looked liked. My mom mainly had pics of my neighborhood, which were distrubing enough, but I needed to know how my town faired. My friend Julia had a few pics posted to her blog, but most were of her house. I saved a few of them and posted them on here but the large majority of them came from the Picayune Item's website. My eyes welled up seeing some of the pictures. Things just won't be the same in Picayune, yet I have to count the blessings. My town still looks like a town. My town is still there though heavily damaged. My town won't be the same ever again but it's far better off than most of the Coast. As I was reading through the backissues, I came across an article talking about how Picayune was adopted by a town in Nebraska called Beatrice. The town, as a collective, wanted to do something. So they searched for a town with a similar population, size and economy. They said Picayune was almost exactly like Beatrice. They've taken it upon themselves to offer Picayune as many services as they could provide including medical staff, resources and a labor force to help in the reconstruction efforts. What a blessing. I can't help but feel other places need the help worse than Picayune; however, it's very nice to know that a small town so far removed from the devestation is doing what they can do to help and be involved. It's such a blessing. A very real blessing for the town. Well, it's late and I want to head to bed. Catch you peeps later.