Looking for a few good men?

Try Gulfport, Mississippi.

Fourteen daily flights land at Gulfport-Biloxi International Airport, nearly always full. As passengers debark, men outnumber women by at least three to one, and the logos on their shirts tell why they are here: Salvation Army relief; Local 1137 of an electrical workers union; Southern Baptist Disaster Relief; a mobile-home transport company.

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Chance Wicker, 22, in Gulfport to help rebuild the railroad between here and New Orleans, agrees, sadly, that numbers favor the women. After 12 or 14 days on the road, he says, in line to get into Michael's Nightclub, all women look good, even long before closing time.

Scott Counts, a 45-year-old roofer who came to the Gulf Coast six weeks ago from Florida, says the competition is too much for him.

"It seems like a lot of the chicks are covered," he says. "I'm not the kind of guy who will stand in line with 10 other guys to talk to a woman. You've got a million guys coming here."