Russ Honore has been my friend for a number of years. I remember well during the aftermath of Katrina, jumping off a helicopter at the Super Dome to find Russ holding forth while sitting in a camp chair in the parking lot. He was the only guy I met for about two days who knew what the hell he was doing.
I remember when he took over operations. He was interviewed on TV. After the first three words out of his mouth I was wondering just where they got that hick. After the first three sentences I was on the edge of my chair watching one of the smartest men I have ever seen in a public endeavor.