Update 2

There is no sense of doom or even panic; the sense of this town is of urgency. If you wait until Monday and it is not good, you are doomed; if you do it now with sense and intelligence, you are ahead. What will happen? Who knows? It looks like The Keys will take the brunt with an immensely nasty early week for us, but no disaster. What everyone has to remember is that I will be in charge of Civil Defense monitored every late afternoon from the Happy Hour at Twist. I've received many calls today: "What are you going to do?" is the main question. The answer is "What do you expect me to do, leave?" No one leaves anymore, you just prepare. And, "leave" to what? The best place would be the house of a friend or relative, but a public shelter is just a joke. I'd rather cling to the roof than a baloney sandwich in an Opa Locka high school. No, Mr. Astor is off these next two days and we will finalize our plans; whatever they are, I expect most intelligent beings to follow.