We went through Hurricane Andrew in Miami; worked relief afterwards. Normally, the heavily Latin/New York influenced drivers were - how shall I put it - less than genteel. Hurricane hits; all changes. As if by magic traffic flows, then stops to allow cross traffic. Rinse. Repeat. “After you!” “No, no - after YOU!”. Stunning.
People swarm the streets, hauling off tree trunks, debris, downed (inert)power lines. Chain saws appear out of nowhere.
Worked the relief effort in the Panhandle, too. Same “get ‘r done” spirit. Sorry, MSM, but most of the world is not populated with gibs-me-dats waiting for the Gummn’t to rescue them.
I’ve always found what you just wrote true throughout America. Rude on a daily basis and then coming together after a tragedy.
My brother lived on 208 and cutler road. He got hammered HARD!
It took 15 months to get him back into his house
Where were you located during Andrew?
Folks were in Hialeah, no power for 2 weeks
I was in Hollywood, power out for 12 hours.
I ran supplies down south for months.