Remind You Of Anyone?
He's not like Charlie Crist in looks or style. Just in substance.
Sort of funny, something to bide the time away while we see what Fay can give us. The really funny thing is that a good hurricane might be the only thing to revive this stinking economy. It would get a lot of construction guys and yard people and storm profiteers like Ron Bergeron and AshBritt all kinds of business. We'd get pumped up with some insurance and FEMA coin. A good Wilma-like episode might in fact be the only thing that could reverse the local recession, if only for a glimmer of time.
Not that I'm not rooting it on. Though I gotta say that once you load up on ten gallons of extra gas, have plenty of ice, beer, and whiskey, got a newish FEMA-subsidized generator and chain saw, and have fashioned your garage into something like a rustic studio apartment, including portable A/C, you almost feel disappointed when it doesn't happen.
Pulling out today to get gas, I flashed back to Wilma, where Broward Boulevard was packed with gas and ice lines of cars going for miles, a long sad and motionless parade of petro-refugees. Where downtown was broken up like old Beirut and there wasn't a working traffic light for three counties. I remembered eating steaks on the grill before they went bad (a pleasure), sweating it through the summer nights (not so much), and using the last bit of generator to watch a movie with the fam in total black darkness with only the incessant rumbling of the generator filling the night air. Wondering if there would be enough gas to get a little toast and coffee going in the morning (or, on better days, maybe an hour on the computer).
Don't worry, Fay will be nothing like that, of course. It's a weak hurricane, if that, and it'll probably just give us a big wet kiss. Fort Myers and Naples might have more problems though. Lucky them.