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September 06, 2017


You will find these tips to be extremely useful.


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Yes, it's important, dammit.

If you didn't read Dave's reminder you might easily forget to throw your lawn furniture (and visiting relatives) into the pool. So get started, dammit, and form a perimeter!


You are older and much wiser. Spend the 35,167 on liquor and and a LED flashlight forget about the pesky total darkness that surrounds you and the best state ever.

Biggest storm in recorded humanity? Sounds like a teaser for Bachelor in Paradise

This article prompted me to ask several questions:

Are hurricanes doing "their thing" just for publicity?

Who gets to make up their names, and their Jean-ology?

If we have "hurricane diffusion" technology, as I think a History channel documentary said, why don't we use it?

I be waiting for others on the geezer bus.

In 1979, Hurricane Dave was born in the Atlantic Ocean. In 1983, the Atlantic welcomed yet another bouncing baby hurricane: Barry. Those of us who have never had a hurricane named after them would like to know what you have to do to get one - win a Pulitzer or something?! Sheesh...

Dave, Judi, and anyone else who live in Florida,

Please stay safe.

Preferably in Nebraska.

See you over the rainbow!
--A Harvey Survivor

I would simply like to pass along an ancient Chinese (or perhaps Polish) blessing:

"May you live in uninteresting times."

I lived in Virginia when Isabel came to visit us. I went to Columbus (Ohio) and still saw some of her rain, before a nice Midwestern front pushed it back east.

Home was without power for 24 hours. The tree in the back that was knocked over was not cleaned up until about six months after the storm.

When Ivan and Jean dropped their tornadoes on us the next year, I just stayed at work and went into the basement with the newsradio station on streaming audio.

And I saw a tornado warning from Irma in the USVI earlier this morning.

Dang that was originally published exactly one month before 9/11/01.

I survived the Blizzard of '77 In Fubbalo NY. There was no Preparedness; the bread and milk stayed on the shelves and in the coolers. That's because the Weatherman (which is what we had before some genius gave us "the Meteorologist") assured us the day before that there would only be a few flurries the next day.
Now I live in Okiehoma, and don't need to worry about blizzards that bury buildings up to the third story, or hurricanes at all. Just rip-roaring tornadoes and earthquakes.
Just the same, the next time the tornado sirens go off, I'll be sure to throw my lawn furniture and the outdoor grill into the pool. I mean, it's Dave's advice, so what could go wrong?

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