I just called regular-reader Luis V. to check in and make sure he was prepared for Irene. He reassured me that, yes, he’s lived through quite a few hurricanes having grown up on another island in the northeastern Caribbean. And no, he wasn’t worried about this puny little Irene ruining his weekend.
He’s actually buying a few bars of soap, going out to the Empire State Building Observation Deck wearing nothing but Skele-toes and a Puerto Rican flag as a cape and getting in a good, wind-beaten, hurricane soaked bath.
Ahh, just like the good ol’ days in Puerto Rico.
He informed me that last night his neighborhood seemed like ghost town. Typically a Thursday dinner out is like fighting for your life in the wild west. He also said that his local grocery was super low on beer and potato chips. Nothing like hunkering down, getting blitzed and jamming through a few bags of Lays.
If necessary, Luis V. will head to a shelter a few blocks from his apartment, and show that bitch Irene who’s the boss.
Let’s all say a(n) atheist prayer for Luis as the weather might get nasty … but probably won’t.

Posted by Jeremy 
