Hurricanes

I really don't have much to add to what others have said. Hoping for the best, and very, very afraid that we won't get it.

I grew up in Florida. 17 years spent on the mid-Gulf Coast, 1964-1981, from Fort Myers up to Port Charlotte/Punta Gorda. College in Tampa. I remember my folks prepping for hurricanes, my Mom taking me to the hospital where she worked while Dad stayed at the house. All we ever had to deal with were the equivalents of bad t-storms--lots of rain, some wind. Some seepage through what we learned were cheaply-built walls. A few lost awnings and flooding of really low-lying areas. Nothing like Katrina. Not even close.

This is eerie. Thanks to tech, we all have ringside seats for this one, and there isn't a whole lot we can do except watch.

Hurricanes

I really don't have much to add to what others have said. Hoping for the best, and very, very afraid that we won't get it.

I grew up in Florida. 17 years spent on the mid-Gulf Coast, 1964-1981, from Fort Myers up to Port Charlotte/Punta Gorda. College in Tampa. I remember my folks prepping for hurricanes, my Mom taking me to the hospital where she worked while Dad stayed at the house. All we ever had to deal with were the equivalents of bad t-storms--lots of rain, some wind. Some seepage through what we learned were cheaply-built walls. A few lost awnings and flooding of really low-lying areas. Nothing like Katrina. Not even close.

This is eerie. Thanks to tech, we all have ringside seats for this one, and there isn't a whole lot we can do except watch.

Finding the humor where you can

From an AP story...

Tina and Bryan Steven, of Forest Lake, Minn., sat glumly on the sidewalk outside their hotel in the French Quarter.

"We're choosing the best of two evils," said Bryan Steven. "It's either be stuck in the hotel or stuck on the road. ... We'll make it through it."

His wife, wearing a Bourbon Street T-shirt with a lewd message, interjected: "I just don't want to die in this shirt."

Finding the humor where you can

From an AP story...

Tina and Bryan Steven, of Forest Lake, Minn., sat glumly on the sidewalk outside their hotel in the French Quarter.

"We're choosing the best of two evils," said Bryan Steven. "It's either be stuck in the hotel or stuck on the road. ... We'll make it through it."

His wife, wearing a Bourbon Street T-shirt with a lewd message, interjected: "I just don't want to die in this shirt."