I’ve thought a lot about hurricanes over the years. I grew up near the coast in Florida so they’ve always been a part of my life. We used to give them women’s names and I can understand how women might not have been thrilled with that. Now guys get their fair share of the credit for catastrophe and calamity. Giving a name to a storm embues it with a personality, and ultimately helps us villify them.
But storms are just big engines, fueled by the heat they help dissipate. They bring rain which sometimes is sorely needed, cool things off, scrub the air. I thought about this as I came over the causeway this morning, and peered out at distant coasts usually obscured by haze and pollution.
Unfortunately, the scrubbing done by a hurricane often takes out more than haze; it takes a few rooftops or worse, and that’s why they’re a threat to us and why many of us along the coast consider them “bad guys.” The hurricane doesn’t care; it’s as indifferent to us as we might be to unseen ants getting hosed off a driveway.
A few folks have asked me if I know anything special about the storm, if I have any inside information. No one knows what this storm is going to do; I think forecasters will start to get a much better idea this weekend as the steering currents are better established and understood. Then we’ll likely see that cone narrow a bit. Hopefully we’ll be outside it, and stay there.
So Dean, spin your fury but spare us little ants.