So my sister calls me last night and starts talking in a voice brimming with triumph. “Debby,” she says, “is not very organized, but way stronger than she looks, and she loves the Florida Coast so much it doesn’t look like she is going leave anytime soon. I’d say they have you pegged,” she giggles. There’s an old Neil Young song that starts “You are like a hurricane.” Well, this week I am. I have to admit it’s a weird feeling to hear the news in the background talking about Debby not moving or Debby getting more powerful. Technically I’m spelled with an “ie” instead of “y” but it still… Read More »
