Having known since my very 1st visit to the coast that I felt a oneness and sense of completeness standin on the shore, the right side of my brain has always just as surely told me "fuck this place, it's blown off the map with fair regularity".

I would LOVE to live on or near the coast, though I know the folly of such a decision carries with it a set of undeniable realities that make it an unrealistic choice in the grander scheme of things. 2 things I know for certain: 1. DFW is never gonna be destroyed by a hurricane and 2. that makes it a far better choice of living quarters than any place that could ever be devastated by a hurricane.

Maybe it's time people who live in places prone to periodically being destroyed by such forces of nature face the sad truth that these places really just are not suitable choices for a domicile. I mean, no matter how wonderful day to day life is anywhere, how great is it really when you hafta wonder if your casa will even exist next year, the year after or 10yrs down the road?

This relates just as surely to people who choose to live in Tornado Alley or areas known to to be periodically stricken by earthquakes. I mean really, how many times should anyone expect the generosity of their fellow man be extended to them for the poor choices they've made about where they choose to live?

Call me heartless, an asshole, a dickhead, or whatever else you care to but never forget to call me a realist while you're at it