Bread and milk

Hurricane Irma

“Anyone who says they’re not afraid at the time of a hurricane is either a fool or a liar, or a little bit of both.” –  Anderson Cooper

In 1985 I was working and living in Wilmington, NC. My first job out of college was selling advertising for a small FM rock radio station. For a newly degreed, newly married, 24-year-old it was a pretty cool job.

In September, Hurricane Gloria was projected to hit Wilmington directly. My boss, being the old broadcasting guy that he was, told the staff that it was situations like these that made radio stations so important to the public. For those of us that could, he expected us to ride the storm out at the radio station so we could stay on the air and pass along information to the citizens of Wilmington and the surrounding areas.

Since I didn’t have any kids, or own anything of value other than an old Honda with 200,000 miles on it my boss “volunteered” me to stay at the radio station and “make my bones” riding out the storm. Since my new wife wouldn’t leave Wilmington without me I brought two sleeping bags and pillows to the station so she could camp out with us.

Two days before the Hurricane was supposed to hit us my boss gave me two hundred dollars to go to the Piggly Wiggly and buy supplies to sustain us. Remember, I am 24-year-old kid that had just graduated from college. What did I buy? Coke, crackers, potato chips, loafs of bread, jars of peanut butter, and jelly, and cans of Vienna sausages lots of Vienna sausages.

When I got back to the radio station I displayed the bounty that I had purchased proudly on the conference room table. My boss came in as I beamed about how successful I thought my task had been as he looked at all the “junk” and cans Vienna sausages I had purchased. He just shook his head and walked away.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, Hurricane Gloria took a hard right turn north and missed Wilmington completely. We got a little rain, a little wind for the surfers and I got a lifetime supply of Vienna sausages.

My wife and I don’t keep much food in our house anymore. The grocery store is close by, my schedule is flexible and honestly I just like going to store. I like talking to the kids that work there and running into people who I don’t see very often. I make a list, follow the list, buy a few things that I don’t need but make me happy and I am in and out in no time.

Because we don’t keep much food around, and because I will be spending most of Saturday watching football I decided to go to the store this morning…big mistake. Hurricane Irma may or may not, according to the latest projections, create some issues for my community. Yesterday it looked like a direct hit, today maybe just some light wind and rain. In any event when I arrived at the store this morning I discovered it had been picked clean. Bread and milk, gone. Banana’s, not a one in sight. No ice, no water, and no batteries but plenty of Vienna sausages which, reluctantly, I passed on.

I offer a little bit of humor today about one of my many hurricane experiences but if you are in the path of Hurricane Irma I hope you are prepared and I hope you have a plan. This is a big one and sadly a very bad one. If you have ANY doubts in your mind about your ability to ride this storm out safely, get out, get out now. If you are in Florida you might be able to survive the wind but if you are close to the coast you can’t and you won’t survive a ten to twenty-foot wall of water. I have seen first hand the destruction of wind and water and neither one of them are to be trifled with.

My thoughts are with anyone who will be dealing with this storm in the coming days. Please remember your neighbors, please help each other. Someone’s survival might be dependent on your kindness and concern just as yours might be dependent on theirs. Peace & blessings.

“Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.” – Diane Ackerman

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I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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42 Responses to Bread and milk

  1. Scottie says:

    Thank you. We were first in the direct path and made plans to board the cats at our vets reinforced building, and I would go with Ron to stay at the hospital I once worked at and he still does. HE had to go in early as he is A team, which goes in and works through the storm. James was going to go to the emergency center as he is a county employee. They the path shifted for almost two days and the plans changed as were almost out of the cone. We all decided to ride it out at home and Ron doubted he would be called in. Well the best laid plans and ours failed. The storm wobbled and and now it could either brush us or give us the full direct on hello. Too late to change anything. Ron got called in for Sat and will be there until Tue. James is staying home as am I and the two cats. We did what we could do. This morning the last thing is we stocked groceries for about two weeks. I expect to lose power by sunday evening if not before so my access to most of the internet will be gone. I figured I would read a lot and sleep as much as I can. I am calm. I have no fear of what is coming. It is possible I am deluded it it will change again. But I think we are OK. See you all after the storm when the interwebs come back on. Hugs

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  2. William Tell says:

    In Baltimore, people panic like that anytime they hear the word “snow.”

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  3. Suze says:

    I was on my honeymoon on the outer banks when Gloria struck..the park service guys made us leave (we were tent camping..super smart, right? We traveled up to Washington, Va in the mountains and spent the next three days dealing with horrible winds and a ton of rain. I’ve managed to make it through both large and small hurricanes, and far away from the strike zone is very much preferred. Here’s hoping our Florida friends make it through okay.

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  4. Kate says:

    Hope you stay safe. It is terrifying that the hurricanes seem to have such a wide path of destruction.
    I’ve never experienced a hurricane, must be awful.
    We have tornadoes where I live, those are scary enough.


  5. Dear Scottie, I have posted your latest website comments (starting with September 8th) on my FB. Here in Ottawa, Canada I are watching and hoping for the best for everyone. I am updating my FB with yours. See you on the other side… your calm and sanity in this is worth passing on. You have a (new) friend in me. Hugs.

    (I have also Commented on your website.) Stay safe.

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  6. Patty says:

    I hope you, your family and all your readers who live in the path of Irma are safe.
    A concerned neighbor, living in Europe (me) truly hopes you all are.

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  7. amaranto es says:

    I Leslie Townes Hope you, your home and all your readers who alive(p) in the way of Irma are secure. The homes on each incline of us took legal injury and down the street a duo took a Lot of legal injury.

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