When I was kid hurricanes were rare and when they did occasionally show up, were fun actually, at least to me. Now the sheer frequency of these “weather events” is enough to give even a young boy pause. Not only are tornados, mud slides, floods, cyclones, wildfires, droughts, heat waves, extreme rainfall, tsunamis and polar vortex conditions much more frequent these days, they last longer and are often much larger than those of yesteryear. So exactly wtf is up these days? Oh, I don’t know – and I really don’t want to get into climate change combat today – but just maybe something larger might be going on.
But what about these terribly worrisome monster evacuations becoming commonplace which, by the way, we don’t know the first damn thing about executing efficiently. And where exactly are Miamians supposed to go without a helicopter and a private jet? Drive north? Irma is going north, too, all the way to Georgia and beyond, they say. West? Irma’s wider than any hurricane on record and will likely envelope the whole Florida peninsula. I say higher ground. Much higher. Seeing these long lines of traffic trying to get out of Miami makes me fret big time. Can you imagine an evacuation of Manhattan? Good luck. It’d be chaos cubed.
As for me, planted out on the East End of Long Island – another unimaginably difficult place to evacuate – I reckon I’d stay put and “go with flow”, probably right out the front door and into the sea.