Ok, I will admit that three posts in one day is excessive, but this is crazy. When I was a child I was pissed because a hurricane would never  be named after me. After all, "I'm a little prairie flower, growing wilder every hour. Nobody cares to cultivate me. I'm as wild as wild can be." Since I really am an eastern shore GRITS, I should have a hurricane named after me. But it would never happen, because my real name isn't emmy and it falls in the middle of the alphabet. Much too late to have an active storm named after me...right? Not so, in 2003, after my cheating ex moved to Morehead City, a late hitting storm was named after me was aiming at the shore near his new home. At first it looked like it might become a category 3 or 4 storm, but then lost steam and came ashore on Atlantic Beach as a tropical storm. Ex's first hurricane season on the shore was named after me. Still, I do wish it could have been at least a category 2 or 3...no, I really wished that it would have been a 4 or 5 so it would have displaced him. It was what it was and it hit him. So imagine how surprised I was tonight when I was watching the news and heard that hurricane Ophelia, a category 4 storm is heading for the Bahamas. A late season storm. Dang, couldn't I have been more than a tropical storm? I hope that the storm will lose force and not hit the islands as a hurricane.