In NYC, we're waiting for Charley.
It's not the beast that ravaged Southwest Florida yesterday. It's just a big storm. I love big storms. And it's coming. All is quiet now, not a breeze. But, within the hour, if they got it right, we'll have 30mph winds, heavy rains...a BIG storm.
NYC is under a Tropical Storm Watch...
I also love the news. That was true enough before September 11, 2001 but now I have acknowledged and accepted my addiction:
Hi, I'm Jeff. And I'm a news junkie.
And now that (for the time being) I'm working from home, I'm no longer limited to flashing around the web to get updates. I can listen to the radio AND listen to C-Span and even dip into the dreaded corporate news when necessary.
Charley started off as an annoyance frankly. The coverage seemed excessive. Not a story that should be ignored, of course, but not yet worthy of the 24/7 PrincessDiReagasm coverage.
BUT, that was before it intensified and shifted. Then it became personal. Suddenly, it was a much more dangerous storm and I had loved ones in its path.
My parents have lived in Venice, FL for many many years without a single serious hurricane incident. Now I was reading and hearing that their area was under an evacuation zone.
Further, a DU friend (Guy James/BeachBuckeye) was also in an even more dangerous location (Fort Myers).
The 'story' was now very personal for me. And nothing the media could report--short of an on-camera interview with my mother or Guy--would ever satisfy what I needed to know.
I know there are dozens of DUers who were personally invested in the events in Florida from the very beginning. Either because they were there or had family there. I was concerned about the hurricane but not until I knew my parents and Guy were so directly in danger.
My interest in monitoring ANY news certainly ratcheted up. Big time. I half-convinced myself that I had seen my parents in the background of a remote from a shelter. I despaired when I heard reports about Sanibel Island which I knew was close to Guy's home. Every week I'd hear the advertisement about the bookstore on 'beautiful Sanibel Island' and now I knew it was under an assault by 145mph winds. It was specific. Personal.
It turned out that my parents had changed their travel plans and were already in Connecticut when the storms hit. (And, Venice was not seriously hit either.)
Guy's neighborhood was much more seriously affected though we learned this afternoon that he and his wife are safe and damage to his property was minimal.
We also know that was not true for thousands in Punta Gorda and other areas. We cannot hope that the current number of 15 dead will hold for long and the devastation is extensive.
Sometimes a story gets personal.
Charley is due soon. It's still quiet here.
g'nite!