It’s Tuesday evening as I write this. Frightened newspaper employees around me are chattering rapidly, trying to decide whether to batten down or evacuate. The spaghetti models are still all over the place, but at least a couple show Hurricane Irma, which is currently packing 185-mph winds, following a Charleyesque track right into the mouth of Charlotte Harbor.
Scary stuff. It’s got my heart rate up a bit.
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