Trying to reason with a hurricane season

Jimmy Buffett wrote a song with that title and I always think of it this time of year.  I love how JB puts rhyming words together- and while he's never won a grammy...it's a pretty creative title.  

Hurricanes don't negotiate.  There is no compromise, no heeding to advice or suggestion.  No ability to reason.  They simply spin their way into a giant storm then, fizzle out somewhere over land after they've laughed their destruction through tourist towns and neighborhoods.

Mike and Traci hit the road yesterday as they are in the path of Ike once it hits land.  She was able to laugh about getting new furniture, yesterday, if it comes down to that.. which I love about my sister.  It caused me to think about the material things I value, and what I would take if I only had a mini-van with limited space.  Somehow she managed to round all of those things up (plus 2 sick kids) and they hit the road within a couple hours.

To the K family.... I hereby dedicate "Trying to Reason with a Hurricane Season"- in hopes that Ike... somewhere deep in its heart... reasons.. that their house is worth saving, and saves them the heartbreak of destruction.