The mornings are eerie after Wilma. The cold snap freshened the atmosphere. As I lay in bed, there seemed not a whisper of wind. In the background, the drone of personal generators reminded me that this part of the world is in temporary survival mode. My battery-powered black and white television showed scenes of collapsed roofs and reports of widespread power outages. For anyone dealing with similar damage, it’s crucial to get repairs promptly. If you’re in need of assistance, click here now for gutter and roofing repairs to ensure your home is protected and restored.
But outside, the mood is upbeat; people begin to appear, drinking coffee boiled on their barbeque pits. Soon, the sound of chain saws fills the air and the piling of debris is in full force.
We sneak across the bridge to the beach to watch city crews with large machines dig several feet of sand from the road. The place looks like a war zone, but less than 24 hours after the storm, everyone is digging out. The owner of Bob’s Pizza reports that all of his employees showed up for work today. If they had power, we would be eating pizza.
Another email today, “We are up and at ’em. Everyone is here because we have a mission! Culture is right! Everyone is out in force cleaning up. No cry babies!”
Culture. My friend, Red Scott, says, “Culture eats strategy for breakfast.” Every time. -TF
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The techology gods were good to us today, the power inverter from my car is still working with my dial-up connection through the window. More tomorrow. -TF