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Hurric....Hurricack! I can't say it...Oct 06 '04 Write an essay on this topic.
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Ahh, Florida... Ya know, I've lived in Florida for 38 years now and I must say, over all it's been a real pleasure...nice weather, variety of theme parks, beaches and mix of people. This year however has been something of a trial for Floridians, native or transplanted. I'm going to say the word now and if you are from Florida cover your ears if you must... HURRICANES. You read that correctly fellow peninsula dwellers. Hurricanes. Ivan....Jeanne...Charlie....Frances. Sends a string of sweat down your spine thinking about it, don't it just? The powerless nights spent indoors in an enforced curfew, for our own safety of course, the sound of transformers blowing, lighting up the dark sky, all green then blue then purple...huddled together in the moistness listening to our neighbor's generators chugging away spewing gassy fumes into the rainy night air...the dripping sound of a defrosting freezer...the candles burning steadily throwing us back two hundred years. Even I can only play so many games of poker. The pretty trees all broken and smashed thrown around our yards like animal bones tangled in power lines...some of the trees dropped onto our homes crushing garages living rooms and bedrooms. Amazing how shallow some of the roots are on those big trees, how rotten inside some were and how amazingly expensive they are to be cut apart and removed. I know I'm keeping my fallen tree around, maybe for a few years. I lost a few things myself this season...a car I had bought two weeks before Charlie, the engine flooded and destroyed by a three foot flooded street. A cell phone moistened to death by the rain, and almost this very computer that I'm typing on now, a leak in the roof directly above it. Two weeks or more of work, along with a combined fifteen days of no power. Sigh....the windy reapers had come and struck us down. Still, we faired much better than the mud huts in Haiti and the rest of the Caribbean. Our power is on our precious cable restored, our beer frosty again. There is much to be thankful for even if there is no glowering god/s watching our every move. There are no storms brewing as I write this and November 30th is fast approaching the home stretch till' the end of hurricane season. The community pulled thru together by and large, neighbors are seen helping the elderly and incapacitated repair roofs and clean up debris littered yards...life is near normal again. Still...there is a lingering sensation in the back of my beer addled brain. I was actually finding things to do with no computer and no television. I was Gilligan and the Professor rolled into one. Kinda scary how the apocalypse came and went and we all began to adapt to it. Hmmmm... There's always next year.  |
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