I remember when, at the last possible moment, Hurricane Charley veered east, sparing Tampa Bay. I was so incredibly relieved, with twinges of guilt. Packed up every bit of my hurricane supplies (including my Freeplay radio, water, food, batteries), mops, brooms, buckets, and hauled them down to Arcadia.
..at least, I assume the ship left?
As we went past Punta Gorda, I broke down in tears. There were still signs of serious damage. All I could think of was ,"there for the grace of God..."