A monstrosity of a hurricane that has been banally named “Charley” is currently bearing down on Central Florida, where I reside. Hundreds of thousands have been ordered to evacuate and head inland. By this time tomorrow, on the evening of Friday the 13th, I could be one prematurely-deceased young Blogger.
But probably not.
As someone who has lived in Florida for most of his life, I’ve been through my share of hurricane scares. The worst that usually occurs is a brief power-outage and maybe a little extra yard work to do. Occasionally, a car left parked outside gets smashed up a little by flying debris, or a dead tree falls over in the high winds and damages a roof. (The exceptions, of course, are the poor (or should I say “rich”?) bastards who live on the coast. If a major storm makes landfall in the immediate area of where they live, they’re pretty much fucked. It might be wise to put State Farm on your cell phone’s speed-dial if you presently own property on Tampa Bay…)
On rare occasions, however, serious damage occurs, even inland. Take the infamous “Andrew” for instance. I lived through Andrew. It flattened entire communities (mostly due more to the tornadoes it spun off rather than the hurricane itself).
Luckily, I was a dozen or so miles north of where Andrew made landfall. The wind howled quite fiercely, to be sure, but I slept a good six hours that night nonetheless.
Anyway, I doubt this “Charley” will be much more than a minor inconvenience to me for the next day or two. However, if you never read another post on BC from the infamous RJ, I’m probably fish food.
Wish me luck, you rabid pack of Trotskyites! ;-]