Hurricane Andrew (1992)

Hurricane hits a sore spot in the memory bank

In the past few days I spent way too many hours glued to my television set. Obsessed, addicted, I checked my phone for weather updates even while eating. I couldn't help myself. When a hurricane gets too close, I default to attack mode.

Truthfully, most of the actual work of preparing for a storm falls on The Hubby, but like a good wife I take the credit. For Hurricane Matthew, we dutifully:

--Filled up the water jugs.

--Checked batteries and food supply.

--Gassed up the cars and hit the ATM machines for cash.

--Brought in the potted plants and the patio furniture.

--Closed the shutters.

--Then waited. And waited. And prayed.

Is this true of...