22 thoughts on “I understand BCE is gearing up and made plans for Florida’s hurricane season. Why he has been tardy…”
With El Nino going, I ain’t too worried about things coming from the Atlantic since I’m in the NW Panhandle, but the Gulf has been way too damn quiet. The Gulf’s waters are hot as hell, so it’s just a matter of time before shit may go sideways here.
Got the last little bit of hurricane preps done several weeks ago, so we’re pretty much as ready as one can be.
The most important prep…I have a shit-ton of ammo to defend what I got.
Shhhh, don’t mention the gulf.
Can’t even take a cold shower down here in south AL.
Evil Franklin
Where about in LA? I use to live in Enterprise, Ozark and east of Troy by Clio.
I grew up in Ozark, left after graduation to school at South Alabama Mobile in 1971. Have watched that part of LA slowly die, now living on Lake Eufaula after being kicked out of Everglades City, Fla by Irma in 2017, just in time for Michael destroying Panhandle and passing over my home in 2018.
Damn right. It’s hotter and more humid down here than a big nutsack in a pair of speedos.
Never even been NEAR a hurricane, never plan to go near one. Been sitting on a Missile site in North Dakota watching a tornado or three churning up the corn/wheat fields but that was it.
So, lotsa favorable fortune to ya, BCE. Stay frosty!
You haven’t truly lived until you rage through a hurricane party.
Really! Been through 5 of them when living in lower Alabama, not fun! Parties were epic though…
East LA, bwahaha, and sheeeeit, we grab our lawn chairs and a 12 pack and sit on the driveway observing tornadoes. It’s a sport for us.
Ian was 12 inches below my finished floor in Cape Coral. We had evacuated and we’re damn lucky the place didn’t flood. I had friends in Ft. Myers Beach that lost everything. We have since moved inland and to higher ground. Not dealing with wondering if we’re ending up homeless ever again.
Went through Isabel in 2003. Water up to the kitchen countertops. I now live 7000 feet higher.
And I did grab the beer.
Lived in Savannah for 25 years. At least you get a heads up several days in advance. In west Texas, the tornadoes pop down and surprise! You’re about to be a screwed chicken!
A hurricane party? Is that like, Big Country, Cederq, and a hurricane lantern* with two cases of Bud Light? *why the name? It must refer to otherwise sitting in the dark after you’ve lost power, ‘cos they don’t work to good in a cyclone. In old Western movies or low budget TV, characters are portrayed as finding a hurricane lantern which always has intact glass, a good wick and fuel sloshing around in the base, even though the aromatic hydrocarbons of said fuel would have evaporated decades before. Another old trope is the goodies (?!) hurling a lit lantern at a bunch of holed-up baddies, and it shattering and spreading fire almost like a Molotov cocktail!
Oh well, you can always amuse yourselves sharing inane movie plots, if you can hear each other over the insane howling banshee that is raging outside your shelter.
I have three siblings that lived on one of the barrier islands during Ian. Two lived in mobile homes. The other lived in a concrete block home. They all evac’d to the mainland before the storm hit. They all had 7-8 feet of water inside their domiciles.
One left her car parked next to her home. It has not been found. It’s probably in the channel on the mainland side of the island. One others car was floating inside her garage and managed to block both the roll up door and the regular door from opening after power had been restored. The access door from the home to be broken down so that the car could be moved enough for the roll up door to be opened and the car then towed out and disposed of.
Two of them have stripped the interiors of their homes and rebuilt them. The other is NEVER GOING BACK.
Their yards were filled exotic tropical plants and trees. They’ve been stripped bare and will probably take several decades for anything to regrow as the ground is saturated with salt water.
Me. You couldn’t pay me enough to live where hurricanes are a semi regular thing or where the ground shakes on a semi regular basis and all anyone that lives there talks about is when “the big one” is going to hit. I don’t care how “scenic” the landscape is. I’ve got all the scenic I could want a few hours drive north and actually the country side within a 20 minute drive is quite nice.
Which sibling left, the one with the block house?
All three evac’d, including the one with the concrete block home.
So, where is BCE really? His blog disappeared a while back.
Never mind, I found him.
I’m back up… was blind, now I can see
It’s gettin’ ugly-er out there… sheeeee-it…
I finally found you on the sidebar at Kenny’s blog. Took me a while to catch up on what I missed.
With El Nino going, I ain’t too worried about things coming from the Atlantic since I’m in the NW Panhandle, but the Gulf has been way too damn quiet. The Gulf’s waters are hot as hell, so it’s just a matter of time before shit may go sideways here.
Got the last little bit of hurricane preps done several weeks ago, so we’re pretty much as ready as one can be.
The most important prep…I have a shit-ton of ammo to defend what I got.
Shhhh, don’t mention the gulf.
Can’t even take a cold shower down here in south AL.
Evil Franklin
Where about in LA? I use to live in Enterprise, Ozark and east of Troy by Clio.
I grew up in Ozark, left after graduation to school at South Alabama Mobile in 1971. Have watched that part of LA slowly die, now living on Lake Eufaula after being kicked out of Everglades City, Fla by Irma in 2017, just in time for Michael destroying Panhandle and passing over my home in 2018.
Damn right. It’s hotter and more humid down here than a big nutsack in a pair of speedos.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7Fu-v490-c
Never even been NEAR a hurricane, never plan to go near one. Been sitting on a Missile site in North Dakota watching a tornado or three churning up the corn/wheat fields but that was it.
So, lotsa favorable fortune to ya, BCE. Stay frosty!
You haven’t truly lived until you rage through a hurricane party.
Really! Been through 5 of them when living in lower Alabama, not fun! Parties were epic though…
East LA, bwahaha, and sheeeeit, we grab our lawn chairs and a 12 pack and sit on the driveway observing tornadoes. It’s a sport for us.
Ian was 12 inches below my finished floor in Cape Coral. We had evacuated and we’re damn lucky the place didn’t flood. I had friends in Ft. Myers Beach that lost everything. We have since moved inland and to higher ground. Not dealing with wondering if we’re ending up homeless ever again.
Went through Isabel in 2003. Water up to the kitchen countertops. I now live 7000 feet higher.
And I did grab the beer.
Lived in Savannah for 25 years. At least you get a heads up several days in advance. In west Texas, the tornadoes pop down and surprise! You’re about to be a screwed chicken!
A hurricane party? Is that like, Big Country, Cederq, and a hurricane lantern* with two cases of Bud Light? *why the name? It must refer to otherwise sitting in the dark after you’ve lost power, ‘cos they don’t work to good in a cyclone. In old Western movies or low budget TV, characters are portrayed as finding a hurricane lantern which always has intact glass, a good wick and fuel sloshing around in the base, even though the aromatic hydrocarbons of said fuel would have evaporated decades before. Another old trope is the goodies (?!) hurling a lit lantern at a bunch of holed-up baddies, and it shattering and spreading fire almost like a Molotov cocktail!
Oh well, you can always amuse yourselves sharing inane movie plots, if you can hear each other over the insane howling banshee that is raging outside your shelter.
I have three siblings that lived on one of the barrier islands during Ian. Two lived in mobile homes. The other lived in a concrete block home. They all evac’d to the mainland before the storm hit. They all had 7-8 feet of water inside their domiciles.
One left her car parked next to her home. It has not been found. It’s probably in the channel on the mainland side of the island. One others car was floating inside her garage and managed to block both the roll up door and the regular door from opening after power had been restored. The access door from the home to be broken down so that the car could be moved enough for the roll up door to be opened and the car then towed out and disposed of.
Two of them have stripped the interiors of their homes and rebuilt them. The other is NEVER GOING BACK.
Their yards were filled exotic tropical plants and trees. They’ve been stripped bare and will probably take several decades for anything to regrow as the ground is saturated with salt water.
Me. You couldn’t pay me enough to live where hurricanes are a semi regular thing or where the ground shakes on a semi regular basis and all anyone that lives there talks about is when “the big one” is going to hit. I don’t care how “scenic” the landscape is. I’ve got all the scenic I could want a few hours drive north and actually the country side within a 20 minute drive is quite nice.
Which sibling left, the one with the block house?
All three evac’d, including the one with the concrete block home.
So, where is BCE really? His blog disappeared a while back.
Never mind, I found him.
I’m back up… was blind, now I can see
It’s gettin’ ugly-er out there… sheeeee-it…
I finally found you on the sidebar at Kenny’s blog. Took me a while to catch up on what I missed.