It’s Thursday, September 13th, 2018 and I really, really want to know where he is. And this is not just idle curiosity.
If you’ve been following Hurricane Florence, and we have, you want to know where Jim Cantori of The Weather Channel is.
Jim goes into the stormiest, coldest, iciest, blowiest, harshest weather imaginable. All for ratings, of course. But, he’s a good guide. He tells us where he is so we know where not to be.
Not very long ago, at the beginning of this hurricane cycle, he was spotted on the South Carolina coastline. We heaved a sigh of relief when they sent him up to North Carolina. We took deep breaths and cancelled the plywood. We stopped obsessing about tins of tuna fish and canned soups, jars of Cheese Whiz and peanut butter, rolls of toilet paper. We allowed the gas tank to slip (minimally) below full. We were still concerned about the vodka and wine levels. But, in general, life was a wee bit less stressed.
Apparently, Jim’s in Wrightsville Beach. And, thank goodness, we aren’t. But….and this is a big but… one of our sons has a house just up the road from that beach and it is clearly in harm’s way. It’s a strong house, newly roofed, but Florence is big and bad. We’ll know more as Jim reports on the hurricane and in the meantime, we’re holding on tight.
Not just for that house but for all the many, many people and places in her destructive path.
Sunday, September 16. All appears good here now. And for our son’s house, as well. Not so much in other places but it could have been far worse. Jim can go home now, dry out, rest up and get ready for the next one. The onr thing we know for sure about hurricanes is that we know very little. But, Jim, we’ll still be watching. Stay safe. We’re counting on you.