Michael Rode His Boat Ashore
Last week, the news felt like some sort of extended posthumous birthday notification for my dad. I watched as Michael became a hurricane on Monday — the day before what would have been my dad’s 63rd birthday. Shaking my head, I had to laugh a little as the forecasts for Tuesday grew more dire. Of course. The hurricane discussions prior to landfall would have expanded his already large head such that fitting through doors would have been difficult.
