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Wednesday - Wilma, Will Ya Slow down?
Oct. 19th, 2005 10:25 amToday on the drive into work, I was thinking about hurricanes and how big is too big.
A good-sized category 5 with sustained winds of 155 miles per hour is plenty big and has the potential to kill lots and lots of people. I hold the opinion that any storm with sustained winds of 175 miles per hour, like Wilma has grown to, is just showing off. It seems like just yesterday that she was just a little Tropical Storm. Come to think of it, that was just yesterday. My, they do grow up fast.
I will admit that I am impressed. I am more impressed that it is heading to Florida, where a dear friend of mine lives, and not towards me. I feel bad for my friend. I hope she packs up and high tails it out of there. I would feel worse for myself if I were in the storm's path.
Meanwhile, I can only assume that poor Ray Nagin has sat down with a bottle of Scotch, keeping his eyes on the NOAA website for updates and praying that she does not change course. I'm sure he's feeling kind of like God is picking on him these last couple of months. Really, Ray, it's not personal. Ask the people of Pakistan or Thailand. It's just been an extraordinary year for spectacular natural distastes. Death, destruction and mayhem are just facts of life. They're never personal.
I suspect that doesn't make Ray feel any better.
I don't think I like the idea of naming the next storm Alpha. I don't think it's too late to add the names Xavier, Yvette and Zed to this years list, to stay consistent.
When I pasted by the Ferris Wheel, I noticed the Angel of Death was drinking a cup of coffee and using it to wash down a handful of Ephedrine capsules (don't know where he bought them, I thought they were banned). He had an entire carton of cigarettes sitting next to him, instead of the usual single pack in his front pocket.
Oh, crap.
A good-sized category 5 with sustained winds of 155 miles per hour is plenty big and has the potential to kill lots and lots of people. I hold the opinion that any storm with sustained winds of 175 miles per hour, like Wilma has grown to, is just showing off. It seems like just yesterday that she was just a little Tropical Storm. Come to think of it, that was just yesterday. My, they do grow up fast.
I will admit that I am impressed. I am more impressed that it is heading to Florida, where a dear friend of mine lives, and not towards me. I feel bad for my friend. I hope she packs up and high tails it out of there. I would feel worse for myself if I were in the storm's path.
Meanwhile, I can only assume that poor Ray Nagin has sat down with a bottle of Scotch, keeping his eyes on the NOAA website for updates and praying that she does not change course. I'm sure he's feeling kind of like God is picking on him these last couple of months. Really, Ray, it's not personal. Ask the people of Pakistan or Thailand. It's just been an extraordinary year for spectacular natural distastes. Death, destruction and mayhem are just facts of life. They're never personal.
I suspect that doesn't make Ray feel any better.
I don't think I like the idea of naming the next storm Alpha. I don't think it's too late to add the names Xavier, Yvette and Zed to this years list, to stay consistent.
When I pasted by the Ferris Wheel, I noticed the Angel of Death was drinking a cup of coffee and using it to wash down a handful of Ephedrine capsules (don't know where he bought them, I thought they were banned). He had an entire carton of cigarettes sitting next to him, instead of the usual single pack in his front pocket.
Oh, crap.
