My folks are on their way to Milwaukee tomorrow where my niece is expecting their first great-grandchild. Her first child too, but I’ll see it through their eyes right now.
In Florida where they live there is special preferred parking for great-grandparents.
OK, I made that up, but there might as well be! It’s the Florida condo equivalent of receiving the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Anyway they fly out tomorrow. I called them yesterday.
“Get the hurricane shades rolled down.”
I’m glad they’ll be out-of-town.
After a nonexistent early season the tropics are open for business. In a few short days we’ve seen Ana, Bill and now Claudette. Ana fizzled. Claudette will cause problems on the Gulf Coast, but probably as a tropical storm of minimal hurricane. Bill is the big worry.
I am actually more worried about Bill than Claudette even though Claudette will surely make landfall while the track of Bill is nowhere near as well defined.
I don’t disagree. And since this storm seems to be destined to turn parallel to the East Coast I worry–not just for my parents.
As storms get closer to land the ability to monitor them improves. Hurricane Hunter flights don’t go out into the mid-Atlantic. Buoys and remote sensors are limited in the middle of the ocean. Radar only covers a few hundred miles from shore.
This will not be my last entry on Bill.