I lived at 5855 Catina St., right next to the Polk/Veterans Blvd. interchange. I evacuated to Memphis (my brother lived there and I went to rendezvous with my girlfriend - now fiancee), only taking an acoustic guitar and another t-shirt. I thought it would be just another overnight trip because of just another false alarm.\r\n\r\nWatching the TV in horror, I realized that my neighborhood was toast. More than that, I worried about my dad. The last time I talked to him, he was planning to stay behind with the shotgun and protect his property. Of course, he couldn\'t be reached on his cell phone and he still hasn\'t learned how to text message (which would have been a way to keep up with each other in the emergency), so I was really worried about him and my other siblings.\r\n\r\nMostly, I didn\'t know what I was going to do. I figured that my guitar collection and the stuff I had to remember my mom by, along with all my other stuff, was gone. And the scary part was that I had no idea what to do next. \r\n\r\nMy girlfriend offered to have her parents fly me out to Los Angeles to live and go to school. Elated, I got on the next plane to LAX with her ... went to school out there for the semester ... now I\'m back at UNO (and engaged to the same girl, she\'s fantastic). \r\n\r\nI\'m one of the lucky ones. Big time. My place was toast, but I shacked up with my girl in her unharmed apartment and am back at UNO, and back playing music in several punk rock bands: The Pallbearers, The Perfect Gentlemen, and Lord George the Elder and His Nasty Habits.