As a Midwestern transplant to Tallahassee, Fla., in 1985, i was totally clueless about this whole hurricane thing (tho i had noticed the advice on the supermarket bags to not have a hurricane party).
So when Kate hit that November, well, i was clueless. No one told me to leave work early, so i didn’t. And at 5 p.m., mine was the last car in the state parking garage. This did not concern me. I stopped on the way home for a cheap six pack and a 99-cent frozen pizza, which i then cooked and ate while drinking cheap beer in front of the TV, tuned to ESPN most likely.
The primary issue here may have been that my adult supervision, aka spouse, was on a business trip to Tampa, which was actually spared most of Kate. The electricity kept going out, but for a while it would come back on - and i’d turn the TV back on and get another beer.
Then it went out completely. And i realized it was dark. Inside my house and outside. Um, candles?
Finally found some of those and decided since i could no longer watch TV, i would go to the front room and weave. While drinking Jack Daniels.
When adult supervision returned the next day (and managed to find a path through downed trees to our home), there were numerous questions: Why didn’t you buy batteries for the flashlights? Fill the bathtub with water? (That really wasn’t necessary.) Etc. Etc.
Fortunately, the one tree that fell in our yard didn’t hit the house. The electricity was only off for two or three days (you could hear people applauding in the neighborhood the evening it came on). My oblivion did not cause all that much trouble.
But it did indicate that i’m better off in the non-hurricane climate. Giant snowstorms are easier for me to navigate. With snowshoes!
Today, i’m thinking of all my friends on the East Coast and hoping they stay safe - and i’ll be thinking about them and the massive cleanup in the days to come.