After checking the hurricane forecast, I called my cousin's wife down in Perry, Fl., to see if she needed to wait out Kirk in my studio. I knew her husband was still working a power crew of 500 in the areas hit hardest by Helene. And now with the mother of all hurricanes churning toward the coast, I wanted her to know she had a place here.
They've been hit by three storms since they moved there a little over a year ago. Helene was the first one that drove them from their home.
She said things looked okay to stay...that the roads were jam packed with people who had to evacuate from places south of them. There were long lines of cars at the gas stations, and the county authorities were asking locals to stay off the roads. I can only imagine what a terrible ordeal this is for the people having to leave their homes.
I listened as she talked about why they were probably going to sell and leave Florida.
"It's so sad. I can hardly stand to go the beach. All of the houses are gone, except for a few, and the ones left are damaged really bad. There're folks walking around with plastic containers, picking through the rubble, trying to find something of theirs. I'm afraid insurance rates are gong to be unaffordable, and people will just walk away.
"We were fortunate. There are only a couple of trees left on our property, but the house survived...which is a miracle. There was like a little pocket here that was spared, but then the storm moved into the town and tore up everything.
"It won't ever be the same. The small, coastal-town feel won't ever come back. Maybe some wealthy developer will buy it all. But then it certainly won't be what it was before.
"And with storms, there are always stories. Someone I know who lives further inland and didn't evacuate told me she was watching the storm from inside her home. There were trees falling and stuff blowing around. The wind was howling. But in the midst of it all, she saw a beach ball, sitting undisturbed...barely rocking back and forth. Now that is strange."
I agreed and told her if things got dicey, she could head this way, hung up the phone, and thought about that beach ball.
Was that a "big fish story" of a factual account?...not sure, but it reminded me just how easy it is for our minds to churn at the drop of a hat. Mental hurricanes are real. They can swallow up one's sense of sanity as quickly as a storm can wipe an entire town.
Nothing can stop Kirk, but I pray the folks who are trying to get to safety do so soon.
In the meantime, I'm going to work on being like that beach ball and find a refuge where I just rock back and forth and hold the hurricanes at bay.
See you next week.