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When I arrived at the Gulfport Mississipi airport this past March, I commented to the person who greeted me that Katrina had really done a number on it. She smiled and said, "It was pretty much like this before the hurricane." The terminal lacked dry wall, plastic sheeting served as construction dividers, seats were situated willy-nilly, and hallways were reduced to single person traffic. To make matters worst, security was absurd: I had to present my ticket and ID to three officers along a 20 foot path, including the guy on this side of the metal detector and his colleague standing on the other side (close enough to shake hands). Its pathetic how serious, puffed up, and drunk these guys were on their limited power. On a positive note, I got to see Wayne Newton trapse through in all of his Vegas glory.