I received this last night in an email…now granted, I haven’t been a Floridian for that long…(and I live in the more NE area than SW…) but still…I got a kick out of this, and thought some of you might also :biggrin
JUST A LITTLE LEVITY
Tom Lyon’s letter to Hurricane Ivan:
Dear Ivan:
Hey, how’s it going out there near Barbados?
Listen, lots of us here in Southwest Florida have been talking about your
scheduled visit.
Now, please don’t take this the wrong way. We like spectacular forces of
nature as well as the next guy. We realize that Florida and hurricanes go
together like country music and drunken driving. We don’t want to mess with
tradition.
And we know you hurricanes recharge the aquifers, provide an exhilarating
break in the stifling heat of late summer, and give neighbors a chance to
bond. The economic boost you give to Home Depot alone is enough to make up
for whatever inconvenience is to be expected.
So normally you would be as welcome as a gang of Harley riders during Bike
Week 🙂
But may I say that this year the timing of your tentatively scheduled
arrival seems less than ideal.
You know that visitors start to wear out their welcome after a few days.
And
too many visitors in a row can also wear down a host and hostess. That, I’m
sorry to say, is pretty much the position we Floridians find ourselves in
just now.
Your cousin Charley blew through a few weeks ago and, to be blunt, he was
less than mannerly. He zoomed in like a hyperactive toddler, leaving the
proverbial path of destruction, except that it was no proverb. And then he
was gone without so much as a see-ya-later.
Charley was a leave-wet-towels-on-the-floor, never-pick-up-a-tab kind of
guest. He inspired some grumbling, and picking up after him has been a real
chore. You should have seen Punta Gorda, Port Charlotte, Arcadia and
Wauchula, Orlando.
At least Charley didn’t stay long. But just when we were starting to get
things almost back to normal, Frances sauntered in.
I don’t mean to be crass, but she was HUGE. When she hung around the state,
she hung around the state, you know what I mean?
And you know how some guests just don’t leave? That’s Frances. Even when we
were looking at our watches and yawning and singing “The Party’s Over” she
just stayed and stayed.
Some of us who hadn’t really rolled out the red carpet for Charley decided
to prepare a lot more for Frances, and maybe we just tired ourselves out.
And then she stalled and arrived late, which is always irritating.
She was wasn’t as wild as Charley, I’ll admit. Those rumors about Frances
possibly becoming a Category 5 turned out to be overblown hype. But she
just
sort of oozed through. I went to bed Sunday Sunday night and woke up
thinking she’d be long gone at last, but she was still here Monday morning!
So a lot of us here are thinking that enough is enough for one year.
Actually, the experience of almost back-to-back hurricanes has some people
talking about canceling hurricane season entirely.
Don’t worry. Floridians won’t go that far. But we may consider moving
hurricane season to a nicer time of year. I know hurricanes like it hot,
but
doing without air conditioning would be a lot nicer in November, or maybe
March, so as not to interfere with football season.
I mean, did you see where Frances actually caused the postponement of a
Gator football game? People will put up with a lot, but let’s be reasonable
here.
Some are saying we should limit the number of hurricanes allowed into
Florida in one year. There might be some debate about whether the limit
should be one or two, but there is wide agreement that three is too many.
So, Ivan, here’s the point: Florida’s famous hospitality is pretty much
tapped out just now. Our enthusiasm for big winds and rains, and for TV
reporters gushing forth with excited descriptions of it all, has bogged
down
like a riding lawnmower in the swamp that used to be my back yard.
As I said, it is nothing personal, Ivan, but what would you say to making
alternate travel plans?
I understand that Bermuda is lovely this time of year.