In the past, I’ve always kind of shaken my head when I’ve read about people who have stayed in the path of a hurricane, despite all warnings. I’ve never understood that. Not with all the sophisticated storm tracking and advance notice. But I now I get it. Up close and personal, it’s not that black and white.
When you get something slipped under your door in our building, it’s usually a menu from a Chinese restaurant. But what I got in the envelope that was slipped under my door last night was something far better. It was a check for $150. And it reminded me how much I enjoy not having a car.