After Hurricane Andrew, ice became a precious commodity and a flashpoint of conflict.
Power was out, food was spoiling/rotting, and federal aid hadn’t arrived yet.
Deborah Gray Mitchell spent those first sticky days cleaning up debris outside her home in Belle Meade.
My friend brought us this gallon jug of ice, and in that gallon jug where it had melted a little bit was a little bit of water that that we could use to whet our whistle. It was just the most refreshing, happiest moment of my life to have a nice, cold drink of water.