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I want one of those reverse 911 machines like the ones my local mayor and county executive used to annoy constituents through the long hurricane weekend. After the recent hurricane, I have a list of people I want to telephone and order to get out of town.
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We were ordered out of our home, but we didn’t go and neither did any of our neighbors. My house has been here for over 100 years. I have checked the flood plain map. We’re not in the 100-year or the 500-year flood plain, and even if we were, we haven’t lived here for 500 years, but we have lived here long enough to know that our storm drains don’t back up. So we remained right here, unscathed.
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Hurricane Irene, in all her fury, knocked a few twigs out of the 40-foot oak tree in front of my house. Bully that she was she also knocked down a blueberry bush and a two-foot tall mountain laurel in my back yard.
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We had it very easy in Irene, no flooding, no property damage, never without power, phone service, cable or the Internet. If you are still without power, and will be for the rest of the week, or if your home was flooded or your boat is in someone else’s front yard, it’s no laughing matter, I know.
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One of my friends had both his blog and his personal website go down during the storm.
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Since at least one of the supermarket tabloid gossip rags has a cover story every week about singer/actress Beyonce being with child, I suppose it was only a matter of time before at least one of those stories was true, even if being true was an accident, or the unintended consequence of making stuff up.
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Congratulations to the impending parents, and I predict the baby will be named Babeyonce, or possibly Irene.
