Every region in America has its typical weather systems, and the natives of each region always have a certain amount of bravado or blase when the hurricane or snow storm or earthquake rumbles on their doorsteps. I grew up on the East Coast and know in my bones when to ride out a storm and when to leave way ahead of anything close to Hurricane Camille.

There was that time a smaller hurricane came through, which means the winds were still at least 80 mph and we rode it out on a barrier island in Longport, N.J. The newspaper boy even delivered the Atlantic City Press. Under the circumstances, my father felt obligated to go outside and get the paper.

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