Hurricane Chic

(with all due respect and sober acknowledgment of the damage this hurricane has caused, the title of this blog does not mean to make light of anyone's loss)

Sarah's parents called us up, reported eating potted meat out of a can and reading the Reader's Digest jokes by candle light. Here in baltimore we watched old sitcoms, filled up the bath tub with water (in the event of loss of power/water) and watched bits of a slate roof fly down our street with rapt fascination.

This morning I called up Gordon to make sure he was okay (his part of town was severely flooded); He ended up coming over for coffee and crumb cake, and we made plans for this evening. When he arrived my hair was standing on end, and I was dressed like a lumberjack (eddie bauer flannel and jeans).

This, my friends, is hurricane chic. You heard it here first.