Looks like the clean-up's going to be daunting, between clearing all the debris, putting roads back together, rebuilding homes, etc.  

Yesterday, here in Charm City, it took me over an hour to get home...something exploded in a trashcan near the courthouse, so streets were blocked off and traffic control officers were "directing" traffic (translation: making a bad situation even worse).  Took me almost a half hour just to get out on the street from the parking garage.  Inched up the JFX in the rain, only to find that traffic on the northbound side was bad because - wait for it - there was an accident on the southbound side that had shut it down below Northern Parkway - those folks were backed up as far as the eye could see, beyond the Beltway.  Bad thing there is that Northern Parkway is the first exit, so no way to escape if you make the commitment.

We really didn't end up getting a whole lot of rain, but we'll take it.  Already cooler and the weekend looks like 70's during the day and into the 40's at night - perfect weather!

"Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven. Therefore, when you do a charitable deed, do not sound a trumpet before you as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory from men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward."

Just my opinion, of course, but I believe that doing the right thing is best accomplished without hesitation, expectation or fanfare.

Two years ago, my purse was stolen out of my car [the stupidity of living in the country and never locking a door or a car in 25+ years], and I was sure I would never see it again.  A couple hours after it happened, a Verizon worker about 2 miles away spotted what looked like the contents of someone's purse, so he stopped to take a look.  He found my purse, all the checkbooks - I had mine, my mother's and my aunt's - everything, really except the wallet.  He found one of my business cards and called my office and my secretary called me and I called the Verizon guy and we drove over to meet him.  

Then, much later in the day, I got a call from a woman who lived about half a mile in the other direction, who came home to find my wallet, and everything that had been in it, except money and credit cards, all over her front lawn (turns out her house had been the next stop on the grab-and-run tour, and she had stuff stolen out of her car, as well), and she drove over to return it all to me.

What was an unsettling day filled with the inconvenience of notifying banks and replacing cards and getting s duplicate driver's license was redeemed by the totally unexpected return of pretty much everything else that had been taken.