In all likelihood, we'll still be kicking -- but maybe so miserable from damage to house, cars...not to mention weeks without power...that we'll wish we were 6 feet under.
And if Irma skirts us, Jose...or the next named storm...or the next one will eventually crush Miami.
I've never feared death.
Pain, suffering -- yes.
The big sleep -- no.
Doesn't mean I'm suicidal -- 180 degrees from it.
Just a pragmatic Midwesterner who never thought that just if the male life expectancy for your generation was around 77 or so -- that you'd have any guarantee of making it till then.
I've I check out at 52, it's been a helluva ride.
Great first house and perfect neighbors in Upper Arlington.
Outstanding job of 13 years as a reporter at the Columbus Dispatch.
15+ years in our restored 1925 house, where we're sheltering in place for the coming killer storm.
A great friend and boss in Miami Commissioner Joe Sanchez, not to mention his staff -- folks that still are family to me.
My pal Eric Penfield, who I met at Marlin when I reinvented myself as a marketer.
Juan Mullerat, Megan McLaughlin and the whole family at PlusUrbia. I love every one of you.
My pets, including Miss Honeybear the Siamese -- who nervously peed about a gallon on daddy's bed today, but is not in trouble at all because she's his baby.
Most of all, my partner Heidi -- wife of nearly 30 years, soulmate for eternity.
I no doubt have left out 100s of people who are very dear to me, but I have to sign off now and bag up all the electronics to try to protect them from the storm.
Thanks to all -- it's been a passionate, adventurous life. Not ready to punch my ticket anytime soon, but if Mother Nature rolls snake eyes for me -- I really haven't a complaint in the world.
