When we retired from Wisconsin and moved to Florida in 1989, we were assured by the locals that we had little to fear from hurricanes. They explained that, because of our inland location, it had been forty years since one of those deadly storms had visited the area; their path, instead, followed the coastline, moving into the Gulf and threatening only the bordering cities.
So we reveled in our paradise, especially when we read about Wisconsin’s snow drifts, icy roads and closed schools as we looked at our green grass, blooming flowers and waiting swimming pool, under an endless canopy of sunshine. We felt we had indeed found our Utopia.
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