Life in New Albany typically has the aura of being trapped in an Ayn Rand novel, as during any public pronouncement by the 3rd district uncouncilman, when you can imagine Dagny Taggart rolling here eyes and urging John Galt to move faster, please.
To make it even worse, today has the feeling of everyone hunkered down, waiting for the beatings to resume, and I guess that's understandable. After uncounted years of being terrified at the first snowflake's fall, now the Louisville area can fear wind just as much as wintry mixes.
The area didn't receive much in the way of coherent warnings about last September's hurricane lashings, and we were slammed. The weather fraternity actually called the January ice storm well enough, and we were slammed again.
Me? While not a gambler by habit, I'm going for the law (the maw?) of averages this time. Dire conditions are predicted, and I say we'll dodge the worst of it.
But if the wind gets really bad today, don't hold me to a higher standard than the forecasters. All I know for sure is that during a dastardly economic downturn, it's be good to hold stock in one of those generator companies .. and I'm keeping phone and computer charged just in case.