The King of Pointland

Isabel

We take too much for granted. I have been bombarded with warnings, pictures, news reports, instant messages, and chit chat about hurricane Isabel for days. Perhaps "bombarded" is the wrong word: nobody is making me hit reload on the NOAA web site. But if this were an earlier age, what would I be thinking about?

I ask because it is absolutely gorgeous outside. The sun is shining, the sky is virtually cloudless, and it's in the upper seventies. There is nothing, nothing I can perceive at least, to indicate that within a day or so an awesome bundle of energy is going to wreak havoc on the mid-Atlantic.