Blogging Through a Hurricane from a Safe Distance
Instapundit's keeping track of
nutbars blogging in the path of a hurricane.
Nutbars!
Listen, boys and girls, I read
Condominium, and I have effectively, pre-emptively evacuated myself to the middle of the country for the duration of every hurricane season and, just in case, all of the other seasons as well.
Oh, sure, you more worldly types laugh, but I still remember the fear of a seven-year-old young man in 1979 who knew just enough geography and just little enough meteorology to fear
Hurricane David. Don't worry, his supportive mother said, hurricanes only occur on the ocean. But I had enough imagination to suspect hurricanes could come up the Gulf of Mexico, up the Mississippi River like a steamer, and then across the state of Wisconsin to imperil me in Milwaukee.
Sure, some of you laugh at the notion, and my therapist tells me that I, too, will someday find humor in it.
But not yet.