Ike

to be fair, the house was pretty sheltered in a cul-de-sac so we never got the full brunt...but eventually Ike hit. one true postcard moment was looking over the balcony at 3am, with a cigar and on the ipod and battery powered speakers came Bob Dylans 'Blowin in the wind'...i tell ya it was sheer poetry...a beautiful moment in the midst of armageddon