As some of you might recall, I've been threatening to move to Florida recently (some irl can recall this for 4 or 5 decades now, lol. It's been a lifelong quest).
Well, I did it! I'm living in Delray Beach and it's effing beautiful. Among my reasons for moving are:
1) The Obvious (it's 77 and cloudy as I write this right before MNF, that's within normal, maybe even a little coolish)
2) Got sick of finding out that Newfie had beaten me to Philly weird weather updates.
3) Hurricane updates
4) Hey, we need someone who can report when salt water is coming up through the coral that is the excuse for bedrock around here due to SLR, right?
5) If it's true that south Florida is going under the sea
, I had to live here while I still can. Don't worry, I'm not foolish enough to buy land that could well be underwater in my lifetime. I'm renting (actually in this economic system, buying a house anywhere is kind of foolish, and you're actually still renting from the local tax authority anyway, and when my heater goes blooey, I just call the landlord
).So the next time a hurricane hits the area (if ever, perhaps we're in a permanent El Nino?) I'll do the Jim Cantore thing and stand in the wind and rain for youse all to see.
