I went through Alicia in Houston too. I was 12. A while later, I was living in Charlotte, NC with my Dad and Step-Mom when Hugo hit. My Step-Mom thought I was going crazy--bringing the lawn furniture, taping the windows, filling the bathtub, and stocking up. Turns out we were the only house in the neighborhood that didn't have broken windows. I guess I wasn't so crazy after all!
The fortunes of life so seem to favor those who are prepared, do they not.