Forgive me, but my mind is 2,000 miles away. Another hurricane, Dennis, has its eye on the part of the country that many of my friends and relatives--including my parents--call home. Just over nine months ago, Ivan, a category-three storm, devastated this same area and people there still live under blue-tarped roofs and a general fear that their lives will never be the same. I can hear the fear in my mom's voice when I talk to her. She wants to leave, but doesn't want to go anywhere unless my dad goes with her. But he has to stay, has to take care of his business, and because he's an electrician, he has to be there for people who will need him.
That's why I'm sitting here in front of my computer playing meteorologists. If only I could play God.