There’s one thing you need to know about hurricanes: They don’t mind well.

I’ve lived through several bigs ones in my life, Carla in 1961 comes to mind first because it hit us directly and the eye of the storm went over our house.  Hurricane Celia almost caused my wedding to be postponed.  Danielle, Alicia, Jerry, Allison, and Ike also come to mind at my house.  And Katrina.  I wasn’t in New Orleans but we helped take in the refugees in Houston.  I was assigned a small 87 year old woman who had been separated from her family and didn’t know where they were.

Hurricane season started last week.  I just want you to know that we are entering hurricane season with no director of FEMA because Donald Trump needs to play golf.  Even scarier, we have no NOAA Director, so we will be playing Roulette Landfall.

Trump meanwhile has made no move to appoint a new boss at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, the agency in charge of the National Hurricane Center and the National Weather Service, which provide hurricane forecasts and hurricane warnings in advance of a storm.

Incidentally, NOAA Is predicting an above-average hurricane season this year. Trump’s proposed budget has targeted both agencies for cuts.

So, here’s my point, if we could get hurricanes to mind well, we could get it to go hit Mar-a-Loco and then stop.

But hurricanes don’t mind worth crap.

Thanks to everybody for the heads up.