Will there be a Waiting For Irene, Part 2? Who knows. That there is a category 3 hurricane approaching is a sinister enough experience to live through. But there is something grotesque about waiting for it.
A day or so ago I read that Irene was down in the Caribbean. She's still in the Caribbean. A day or so ago I read about what damage she had done in the Bahamas. I'm still reading about the damage in the Bahamas. It's as if Irene is waiting around until everyone is sufficiently frightened or sufficiently evacuated before she launches her attack. Or she's inching along, driving in the slow lane and taking her sweet ladylike time to get here.
Reading all about what is liable to happen when the hurricane finally arrives, the 100+ mile per hour winds, the foot or more of rainfall, the surges and all, is like watching the coming attractions of a Hollywood Blockbuster film I don't think I want to see.
Governors are declaring states of emergency all up and down the East Coast, news organizations with their high tech maps are showing where the hurricane is likely to go as if colored dots on a wall could describe such an event. In some cases we get photos and videos of past hurricanes to further illustrate what the possibilities are. Hurricane experts are trying to describe the extent of the danger to the land. And yet, as usual with natural disasters, overhead hangs the sword that no one really knows what's going to happen.
Irene will probably make landfall in North Carolina, but maybe not. She could possibly blow out to sea and spare everybody, but maybe not. She could zip right into the middle of New York City and cause damage that is impossible to imagine or calculate, but maybe not.
The local forecast is for "heavy rain." Oh really? New Jersey is one of the states that is supposed to be the most vulnerable to Irene's fury. If you look at a map of New Jersey you will see that it bends slightly in the middle and where it bends a bit of Pennsylvania is pushed into its side, like a punch in the stomach. In that bit of Pennsylvania is where I live. So does that put me in the path of Irene? Probably, but maybe not.
This is an adventure story. Will it have a tragic ending or a happy ending? Who knows. Stay tuned for "Waiting For Irene, Part 2"
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Never Give Up.
Summer is moving along, people.
It's a long, hot, sticky summer, so here's a hot, sticky question for you.
Same sex marriage. Should it be legal or not? If so, why? If not, why not?
18 answers so far.
You have until the last day of summer, but don't dally.
I eagerly await your answer.