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Monday, September 2, 2019

DORIAN...And I Don't Mean The Painting

I've been cooped up in my apartment for the last several days glued to The Weather Channel and there is one single reason -- Dorian.

#Dorian is a hurricane. As a matter of fact, he will go down in history as one of THE hurricanes because of size, damage, and over all mayhem he caused. So far he has earned second place in terms of fastest wind speeds in recorded history.

Nice.

As of this hour,  Dorian is still wreaking havoc in his young career as a superstorm. For starters, he's spent a couple of days hanging out in the Bahamas. Those islands are pretty enough and anyone would want to hang out there. But Dorian is a storm, and for some oddball reason has not done the usual "storm" thing and whip through a location in a short period of time. Instead, Dorian has been hanging around the islands, refusing to leave.  Let's not say that Dorian had the audacity to become a Category 5 storm in the process.

I live in Miami -- and for those last several days that Dorian has been lurking in the ocean we residents of that city have been glued to our favorite media in hopes of finally learning when this behemoth is finally going to strafe the Florida coastline.

No dice.

After running around grocery stores picking up extra supplies (for some reason toilet paper seemed to be the thing at one store I frequented) South Floridians finally reached a saturation point. The stores got back to normal and traffic on city streets went back to its usual, raucous mess. The one difference is that all of the scooters had disappeared, apparently in a vortex of some kind.


Jim Cantore of The Weather Channel showed up in our backyard a couple of days ago. Not a good sign, people. Nope. Be careful out there.

Amen, and pass the mustard.