Friday, August 23, 2013
A Chance of Snow
Our Lady of the Snows national shrine. What is so funny about that is that Our Lady of the Snows is in Illinois (no mountains) and I haven't been there since I was a child. Anyway, as I was laying there in bed this morning hacking up balls of phlegm, I realized it was twenty one years ago that Hurricane Andrew blew through here. Andrew was the first hurricane I had ever experienced. Although that would be untrue since I really didn't experience the hurricane. Instead, after boarding up my windows, I got in my car along with two friends, four cats, and a dog, and drove to Orlando before it hit. The worst part about running away was sitting in my brother's living room in Orlando, and watching the news reports. All they were showing was destruction. Houses obliterated, cars smashed, and boats flung far ashore. So on the morning after the hurricane hit I loaded up the cats, dogs, and friends, and returned home. The entire ride home I pictured the worst, my house in pieces, everything I had worked for smashed. The closer we got to Fort Lauderdale the more we could see downed trees, and roofs ripped off. As I turned the corner of our block, the results of Hurricane Andrew became obvious. A large tree branch had fallen and knocked out the electric to our house, and a family of raccoons were having a party on the roof of the house next door. That was it, that was all that Hurricane Andrew did to our block. We've been very lucky this season. Super dry sand storms off the Sahara Desert have impeded the formation of hurricanes. The problem is next year, and the year after. Since Andrew I have stayed and experienced hurricanes. It is not a pleasant thing to go through, and the older I get, the less I want to deal with them. Which makes me wonder, why do so many old farts pick Florida as the place where they want to sit around and wait to die? Is drowning, or having the roof fall on you more preferable to freezing to death?