And it's not as if I have a job that allows me to think about anything but the storm. "This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it," Hemingway wrote in that book I packed. As I type this, Hurricane Irma is closing in, and I'm sitting on a bed at a hotel in my city of St. Petersburg. Then the hurricane veered west, and we considered the five giant oak trees towering over our house. The sun cast a sparkling, golden, weirdly ominous hue as we left home, hours ahead of the first wind and rain.

Source: ABC News September 11, 2017 06:45 UTC