HURRICANE CITY

Florida in all its alluring buoyancy and tropical paradises with magic kingdoms and secret hidden beaches seems to find itself more and more these days in the eye of the storm. And not just any storm. The storm of storms. Inferior to the rain and the wind, the Sunshine State is fighting for ice, electricity, food, bread, and becoming more and more anxious waiting for the next blow. When, where, and sometimes why? The weather channel (and I speak of them in the upmost respect for attempting to predict any natural disaster) echoes on every television with "currently, in your area...". In my opinion, it is like watching a game of darts. A hit and miss so to speak. Also, the meteorology is much poetic at times with a dance of words. Who knows? So, I now attempt to speak for all of the flaming roman candles here in the panhandle who much like me are trying to figure out what to do next. Stay or leave?

It is a different way of life here. You can miss work or school or weeks of power and be in another state surveying the aftermath and that be the norm. For the storm of storms is a way of life for people here. We plywood our windows and doors, tighten all that we have down, video tape our possessions for the bankrupt gambling insurance companies; and we wait and listen to the weather channel, who abides us our weather scriptures and our window to the storm. We harness in our homes and pray. Or we leave our homes and pray. "New information shortly. We have new information. New information shortly." Okay, okay.