SpaceCowboy wrote:
The PTSD from hurricanes/tropical events is REAL. Lost my family home(s) [plural because we our mainland home took the worst of it, but our bar/beach house was also severely flooded] when I was in my late teens to Sandy. You’d think that would’ve done it to me. But no, it was actually like 10 years later when Maria sent an insane storm surge into NY and I took 4ft into my first home which was waterfront. That did me in and I have definitely had a bit of a tick about me when it comes to these things since.
Oddly enough too, after Maria destroyed that home in NY - I decided to move to South Florida lol.
Oh, the irony! I have suffered quite a few storms living here on the Gulf Coast, and I have...well, always lived on the Gulf Coast. Needless to say, I have a mind for 'canes and their effects, immediate and prolonged. Anyway, when Hurricane Sandy was bearing down on the Northeast, I was invited by my company to interview for a position in Erie, PA. Again, as a veteran of Gulf Coast storms, I asked them if they actually intended to hold the interviews on schedule considering what was coming their way.
They said absolutely. Alrighty, then.
Was going to fly into Detroit and take a lake-hopper into Erie. Landed at Wayne County and cell phone immediately started buzzing saying my flight to Erie was canceled. I'll spare the details as I know I am deviating from Milton discussion a bit, but I ended up driving from Detroit all the way to Erie in a Ford Speck (at least that's what it should've been called, and was in no way fit for a near 300-lb brawny male) IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM. There was indeed a glass or two of wine consumed upon my arrival at the hotel.