Hurricanes and this election – both come into town, destroy some shit and leave us to pick up the pieces. While I think I’d rather take my chances with a hurricane than Trump, the two do have a few other things in common.
If you live anywhere along the east coast you likely have a plan for what needs to be done when a hurricane threatens. Maybe you evacuate at the first mention of the word “tropical” or maybe you clear the store shelves of milk and vodka.
When I applied to be a Nat Geo Kids Insider I had no idea what to expect. Honestly, I didn’t even think I would be chosen.
Saying I love weather is like saying I love breathing, it’s part of who I am, and has been for as long as I can remember. There is a home video from Christmas ’89 where I am playing in the snow, making snowballs, and generally being a kid – then I suddenly look up at the camera and with the authority of a meteorologist I state, “this is the first white Christmas in New Bern since 1898.” Then I go back to playing.