Living along the East Coast, hurricane readiness is a must. Ready to run, ready to live like cave dwellers, ready to die. That about sums it up. Can't stop a hurricane. No sense worrying about it.

The run part sounds easy until you think about 350,000 people trying it at the same time. The state, always a step behind, has plans to open the east-bound lanes so we can head west. Last time, they didn't. Some folks, stuck on the Interstate, used the east-bound to go home. Better at home when it hits than in your van.

The Governor made a big hit when he said he understood what everyone was going through because, "I flew over the Interstate and saw all the folks stuck. They must have been scared to death". Ex-Governor.

I went up the back way. Yea, I got stuck a little bit. But, the stores were open. I could get soda, snacks, and use a real bathroom instead of a dixie cup. At ten that night, while 200,000 people were only ten miles from home, I was eating a meal in a restaurant. Heck, my dog was doing better than them.

I elect to stay and it hits, well, back to the old ways. Fill the tub with water, get no water needed canned soups, fire up the grill, shoot at looters, read by candlelight and say to myself, "What in the world was I thinking?"

I would get an early jump on the clean-up. Spray some bug spray on, a lot of bug spray on, and get to work. The bugs get blown around so much since they don't weigh anything that they are lost. They don't really mind since they don't really think. Sucking blood from one person is the same as another to them.

First thing is to check the car, truck or van in case the roads get cleared and emergency supplies are made available. No, first thing is to find the car, truck or van. Always have to remember to look up in case it's parked in a tree.

Thank God for cell phones so you aren't out of touch with your loved ones. That's if the towers are still up and, for that matter, your loved ones. Everyone can talk about the damage.

"I can't find my truck", you say.

"So? I can't find my house", your son replies.

"I noticed you found your cell phone, though, ", you say.

"Hey, I never have it not on me, Dad. Well, gotta run. Want to try and find my wife and dog, especially the dog. He's a good one".

The ready to die doesn't really count. If you die, you aren't concerned about anything. The burial is easy. The hurricane will pick you up. take you away and slam you into the ground so hard that you're already buried. More money for the kids, as they say.