IT'S COMMING RIGHT FOR US...
O.k. enough sarcasm... You see, for years after moving to SoFla, my family dutifly followed the stop-drop-and-roll hurricane prep to the nines every time the weatherman called, stocking up on sufficient canned goods to feed a small country, glomming bottles of water, and procuring all provisions. Each and every time we followed the motions, the storm turned at the last minute, sparing us, but leaving us with a lighter wallet and the Publix managers with a particular glow. I became convinced that the word "hurricane" was a code for critical overstock conditions at WinnDixie and the Home Depot.
Then came Andrew. The most destructive storm to ever hit the United States. We were fairly untouched by Andrew, but we were without power for 17 days (in August and September) but hey! We had walls and a roof and that's more than could be said for those living just 30 miles south of us. No one was shot for looting in my neigborhood (at least not in my neighborhood, I don't know if any of my opportunistic locals drove down for a free buffet of crap from some downtrodden soul) but people did get testy over water, batteries, non perishables, etc. I learned the joys of Ballpark Franks and marshmallows roasted on the gas grill on the back portch, and Candle S'mores. I found myself sweating in the middle of the night with the windows open (not sleeping too soundly), and gritting my teeth at the roar of my neighbor's gas generator.
I wanted to rail on more hypocracy in the right wing tonight but with Frances bearing down on us, and with most of us just hoping that we'll be spared the devistaton, praying for a turn to the north, politics seems irrelevant now. For the moment, right or left alike, batten down the hatches, get the supplies ready, keep the flashlights out of the kids hands until they are absolutely necessary, and pray to what ever deity you choose that we all receive leniency.
Kudos to the local weathermen for not launching into their normal tear of breathless hysterics by this point. That is their usual M.O., but they have remained clear, sober, and infomative. ^5.
Good luck Florida.
Then came Andrew. The most destructive storm to ever hit the United States. We were fairly untouched by Andrew, but we were without power for 17 days (in August and September) but hey! We had walls and a roof and that's more than could be said for those living just 30 miles south of us. No one was shot for looting in my neigborhood (at least not in my neighborhood, I don't know if any of my opportunistic locals drove down for a free buffet of crap from some downtrodden soul) but people did get testy over water, batteries, non perishables, etc. I learned the joys of Ballpark Franks and marshmallows roasted on the gas grill on the back portch, and Candle S'mores. I found myself sweating in the middle of the night with the windows open (not sleeping too soundly), and gritting my teeth at the roar of my neighbor's gas generator.
I wanted to rail on more hypocracy in the right wing tonight but with Frances bearing down on us, and with most of us just hoping that we'll be spared the devistaton, praying for a turn to the north, politics seems irrelevant now. For the moment, right or left alike, batten down the hatches, get the supplies ready, keep the flashlights out of the kids hands until they are absolutely necessary, and pray to what ever deity you choose that we all receive leniency.
Kudos to the local weathermen for not launching into their normal tear of breathless hysterics by this point. That is their usual M.O., but they have remained clear, sober, and infomative. ^5.
Good luck Florida.
posted by M? @ 2:25 AM
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