First, let me thank EVERYONE for their good wishes displayed here in so many warm posts. (Especially Gage's post- this storm has made me realize that people really are nice, helping out when one needs help. I feel like Gage and me are best of buddies now, can't wait to meet him in person!)
Me and my family, plus Woody and his family (and his many mistresses), all appreciate those wishes. This was INDEED the most effed up mess most of us down here have ever experienced.
A New Orleans kind of Katrina mess? Of course not, but the worst storm to hit Broward County in 50 years. Or 60 years. Or 127 years--depending on the station you were watching.
This is going to be a long story, so please, PLEASE forgive me. And this is only Part I.
Power just came on for us today (Friday), and we were knocked out 6AM Monday.
Here's the rundown on Wilma, and how it affected Dade, Broward and Palm Beach counties so far. (Situation-wise, it's more or less identical for all 3 counties.) Part II (to come) will cast some illumination on our wondeful FEMA, as well as the illusion that you can actually expect any real assistance from this arm of the Department of Homeland Security. Basicially, we're all doomed, because these guys don't have a CLUE as to what will be needed in an actual emergency.
And we're all white and middle class in Coral Springs, so any references to the poorest of poor isn't going to help conservatives very much here!
This storm was TOTALLY different from Katrina, and therefore, any of those past Katrina excuses won't hold water here. If you truly have the patience to read Part II, you will definitely learn something. But if our government AGENCIES fail to learn from this, it will be a tragedy.
First, Wilma basically caused just "minor" damage. But it caused "minor" damage absolutely EVERYWHERE. Yes, there were was some structural problems with some buildings, roofs, shingles--but this was INCREDIBLY minor, WHEREVER it hit. All across the board.
However, every other tree in our counties came down.
LITERALLY, every other tree, or 2 out of 3, and it's an unexplainable miracle that hundreds weren't killed and that there wasn't more building damage. Power went out for millions of people IMMEDIATELY. And no, not because of downed lines--but because of substations that couldn't withstand a category 2.
(And yeah, when the first guy died in Florida, I knew it had to be some pompous idiot from Coral Springs who was out at the high point of the storm, checking damage to his backyard putting green.. I don't know the true story of what happened in this instance, but that's my guess.)
Here's Ira's story:
5:30AM Monday, Wilma starts hitting us with rain and wind so strong that it of course wakes us all up in terror.
6AM, our power takes a crap.
7AM, 7:30AM, trees start collapsing in the backyard toward my rear (western) wall, toward my dining room and Jamie's (older son's) room. But so many branches have already collapsed, they hold up other TREES that are about to collapse on us as well.
8AM, 8:30AM, barrel tiles start flying off my roof, damaging my truck (minor damage) in a few spots. One of my fences starts flying to Oz, and we're almost ready to seek shelter in our safe closet. Except this closet is so small and such a mess, that we huddle against the corner of 2 walls. Wife and kids are freaking out, but I'm also concerned that I'll have enough Bud to get me through this. (I popped my first at 5:30AM; see above.)
So we all spend the next 2, 3 hours in terror, the calm eye passes over us for like an hour or so, and then we spend ANOTHER hour or two in more terror as the back end of the storm hits us.
Plus, no sex during any of this, and that really pissed me off too. (However, I don't think Wilma had anything to do with this. This may have been just my wife's decision.)
I have pictures of damage, and I will post them later tonight. Plus pictures of what YOU'RE all concerned about here:
THE CRAB!!!!
Yes, she still lives!!!
No damage at all. The tarp was totally blown off (but retrievable), but aside from that, all that happened was that the swivel-back tongue jack collapsed to the towing position, and the tongue was sitting on the ground. She didn't move an inch, and perhaps the fact that I had choked the wheels with lumber sticks, and tied those pieces together so they wouldn't fly around, really helped. The owner of the boatyard brought his Bobcat over, I wrapped the safety chains pver the hitch ball he had in the scoop, he lifted, I swung the jack to vertical, and we were cool.
Anyway, I'll get back here in about 3 hours or so. The kids just HAVE to have some pizza tonight, because it's been one hell of a week
And I think this is more than enough for ONE post!