Every few years since Hurricane Lilli in 2003, seems we go through this rehearsal. Sometimes it’s just that, a rehearsal: We stock up on provisions, tools, and rigamarole to get through a few tough days of camping out at home, primitive style, but the storm goes elsewhere or it’s not as bad as feared or we luck out in general.
But we never know, so when the models begin to cluster potential lines of storm tracks passing over Hill Street, the rehearsal is on.
So was today the first rehearsal for Isaac. A hundred bucks or so worth of gasoline to tank up vehicles and generator, some staples and groceries later, we’re ready to shelter in place, to buckle down for what comes, to ride out any eventuality. Done it before, can do it again.
But we hope not. We watch and wait.