Friday, October 07, 2016
Right Outside My Door
And yet, that's absolutely nothing at all compared to the damage at the coast. My beloved St. Augustine took a hell of a hit from a huge storm surge. In Flagler Beach part of A1A is gone. These are places I love and roads I've driven/walked on for many years, so though it's not my neighborhood, I am sad. My relief at my own easy time of this isn't exactly happy. We were just lucky. It's a fluke that the power stayed on, really - there are downed trees all over, including one flopped over and denting a car in my daughter's neighborhood barely a mile away. Half my friends don't have power right now. Call it luck, call it random fate, this was a bad storm that "could have been worse," but it was slightly surreal to see the neighborhood damage of spotty cases of downed fences and trees, and go to Publix at 4 today and it was open and busy and fully restocked with bottled water (but the bread aisle was totally wiped out, and they were restocking the peanut butter when I walked by) and realize how bad things are an hour or so away.
The media keeps using the tired phrase, "Dodged the bullet," but we really did. This is nothing to be smug or comfortable about, and the first person to say, "I prayed and God turned the storm," will get punched very hard in the teeth by me on behalf of my beloved St. Augustine, which apparently wasn't worthy of God's magical redirect.