It Can’t Happen HereThe morning solitude was deafening. There were no birds singing; no children playing; no traffic scrambling to make the morning commute; and most notably there were none of the wonderful smells associated with the preparation of a morning meal. The solitude of this day was broken with the sound of relief workers, generators, and chain saws as teams of people converged on this small Charleston, South Carolina neighborhood that had been devastated by the winds and waters from Hurricane Hugo. Thousands of trees were snapped like match sticks. Boats were thrown ashore and beached hundreds of yards from their docks. Homes, businesses, and public buildings were damaged with many left in a terrible state of disrepair.I had an opportunity to be involved as part of a work detail that had volunteered to perform temporary home repairs, cut and clear tree debris, and make sure that the people
Personal PreparednessWritten by Doug Porter
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