No Katrinas. But the one which I experienced when five years old is baked into my memory bank as a Katrina. Why we weren't swept into the Atlantic I still wonder about today.
My colleagues and friends still back along the Northeast Corridor wonder if Arthur will deep-six their weekend plans. With all that uncertainty Uber probably won't get all the business it had hoped for through its partnership with Blade. Between the two of them, that's how the rich and famous in New York City were supposed to get to the Hamptons, starting this Thursday. And those at the Jersey Shore still living in trailers since Sandy swallowed their houses will have to worry if they will again have the roof blown off.
No such agita for me. Since April 14 of this year trusty animal companion Lee K and I have been permanent residents of Tucson, Arizona. It's a hurricane-free zone. However, we did have a 5+ earthquake Saturday night.
With buildings here mostly one-story I wasn't scared the way I had been during Sandy's worst. My fear is about hurricanes. No other force of nature.
If Arthur proves to be more than a Category 1, there will be at least 10 emails from the Northeast asking if the heat here is as bad as it seems or can they consider actually relocating to a hurricane-free part of America.