Well, Ike sloshed the Gulf of Mexico into my parent's home. The good news is that it was about five feet less than the storm surge from Rita. It also seems to have risen slowly, so it didn't do as much damage to well built houses. Mobile homes didn't fare as well; once the water came up, the pressboard that makes up the walls disintegrated.
As far as the town is concerned, its recovery is coming along faster, since most of the infrastructure is still standing and connected. Nearly all the powerlines had to be restrung after Rita, but they were still there after Ike. Mom and Dad are actually living there right now. They are back in their loft over the garage while working on getting the house back in shape.
As for me and the family, change is coming fast. The Mrs. just accepted a job in Houston, and we will be moving soon. I've turned in my resignation at the Deuce, though I don't have anything lined up at the moment. I have faith that I'll find something great. I think I need a break from news, though. I've stared into the abyss, and all that jazz, and things were beginning to get pretty dark for me. I feel an exhilaration at not knowing what's coming. The future is bright with possibility.
Those that know me personally know that this move has been coming for a long time. Little Lost Robot just happened to beat me to it. Maybe he and I can get together and find some work.
Wish us luck!