I live about a half-mile from the Delaware River, in a part of the city called the Riverwards. It’s very, very flat here.
I also live a half-mile south of a former chemical plant, and about a mile northwest of a major gas facility that stores liquified natural gas. (They call the ships that carry LNG “floating bombs.”)
I’m about three blocks north of Frankford Creek.
And now there’s this new hurricane, Hurricane Irma. Looks like it’s going to be a Cat 4, just like Harvey. They’re saying it might hit the East Coast in a week to ten days, although it’s still too early to tell.
As we just saw in Texas, an awful lot of people in America live sandwiched in between all kinds of potential threats. The less wealthy you are, the more likely it is. The job providers who get rich off these facilities live nowhere near them.
Bless their hearts.
Irma might turn out to sea and become what weather geeks call a fish storm. I hope so. But it does seem likely to hit the coast; we just don’t know how far north. The models are scary, but models aren’t the same as forecasts. If this was a forecast, I’d already be in my car and heading west: