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Goodbye, hurricane season

By ERNIE ZIMMERMANErnie Zimmerman
Palms West Monthly
Posted Dec. 1, 2017

December is my favorite month of the year. Part of it has to do with the festive holiday season, but the real reason I love December is because hurricane season is officially over.

Of course, some of the weather geeks on TV don’t realize that it’s over, but that’s a story for another time.

As far as I can tell, this was the worst hurricane season I’ve experienced since moving my family to Florida back in 1983.

On the Thursday morning before Irma’s arrival, the TV weather geeks were saying that a Category 5 hurricane was heading right at my house. My family had plans to evacuate, but I originally told them I was going to staying put.

I’ve never had to evacuate before, but I remember seeing the destruction that Hurricane Andrew caused in Dade County back in 1992. People who lived there their entire life didn’t even know what street corner they were standing on.

I quickly decided it was time for me and the rest of my family to leave.

When my son Brian stopped by our house to pick up me and Sharon, I almost went into shock. He was pulling his huge RV trailer.

I asked him why he was taking the trailer. He replied, “I can’t leave it here.”

We were heading to my brother-in-law’s house in the small town of Mary Esther in Florida’s Panhandle. Brian decided we would use the back roads for our trip. He said I-95, I-75 and the turnpike were bumper-to-bumper.

So, we took State Road 80 to State Road 27 and our adventure began. Mary Esther is normally about a 10-hour ride, but after riding for about 10 hours we finally made it to Leesburg and were lucky enough to find an RV park that had room for Brian’s RV.

After taking a while for Brian and his wife to hook the trailer up to whatever it had to be hooked up to, we all enjoyed a good night’s sleep.

When we woke up late in the morning, the weather geeks were now saying Irma had moved left and was now going over the West Coast of Florida, not the East Coast.

After what seemed like an eternity of unhooking the trailer, we were once again on our way. (After seeing all the work involved with owning an RV trailer, I don’t know why I see so many on the road. And don’t ask about getting gas on the road, it was a horror story.)

When we got back on State Road 27, the traffic had doubled, as now everyone from the West Coast was joining the bumper-to-bumper traffic from the East Coast that was already on the road.

In all, a normal 10-hour trip took us two days. We finally arrived at my brother-in-law’s house on Saturday at three in the morning.

All I can say is thank you to the weather geeks for putting me and my entire family through this ordeal. The only positive was our grandchildren loved it once they found out there was no school for a week.

For many, a new month means new blessings, new beginnings and a new start. For me, the month of December means no more TV weather geeks to mess with my life.

Well, at least for about six months.

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