I have reverted to type. After 35 years as a newspaperman, the idea that a big story was unfolding and I had no role in it was driving me nuts. Katrina was brutalizing the Gulf Coast, the Sea Services—our guys—were heavily engaged, and I wanted to get into the game. I had to get someone down there for Proceedings. But who? I wondered if some of my old colleagues might be available. Then Hurricane Dave, aka Dave Danelo, blew into my office, unannounced, unexpected, ready to mount out.