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December 2005 - Volume 2 - Issue 6




Publisher’s Note

Stocked Up and Hunkered Down

Five words every married man lives to hear: "I’m sorry … you were right." Indeed, that brief declaration is music to my ears on the rare occasion when Carol decides to utter it.

As I attempt to find something, anything, good to come from Hurricane Wilma’s assault on South Florida, Carol’s admission just might be numero uno. For, you see my friends, those five words were more than just a fleeting respite from the business-as-usual situation of me being wrong. They were, in fact, a free pass, carte blanche, if you will, for me to fill the Felix household with every hurricane supply and gizmo known to man or beast, with a few questionable items thrown in for good measure.

The generator and chainsaw were no-brainers. What hurricane-savvy Floridian would be without those! And, what with possession being nine-tenths of the law—at least I think I heard Judge Judy say that!—we, uh, appropriated my sister-in-law Bobbi’s butane stove. (Sorry, Bobbi, but I’ve grown attached.) I also managed to acquire a local store’s last Butane shipment so—what can I say?—BIC, eat your heart out!

My trusty pool vacuum survived the storm and visited nearly every other pool along Bonnie Street to help those neighbors in need. But our pool nets and poles weren’t as resilient, succumbing to a tree that at the time it timbered into the pool seemed to be at least the size of a California Redwood. So miscellaneous pool equipment was added to the shopping list.

Also on the list were soup and Mallomars. I’m not ashamed to admit it: like Donovan McNabb, I’m a soup kind of guy. I’m practically a Campbell’s kid and, with the exception of some nouveau, cold concoctions that often appear in the soup column, I’m happiest when I’m slurping a big bowl, crackers optional. I’ve never met a split pea I didn’t like. But, alas, to Carol, soup is like Jell-O: a food group of questionable value, an unnecessary caloric filler.

But I have to have my soup fix, and I make frequent trips to our local deli just to answer the craving. When Wilma hit, we (lucky for me) had a couple of cans of soup that got me through Days 1 and 2; but on my first trip to Publix post-Wilma, I made sure my cart runneth over with soup. If we ever do get around to remodeling the kitchen, a soup pantry is fitting in somewhere.

And then there are the Mallomars. Ah, the Mallomars. True Mallomar aficionados know these little bits of heaven only appear in supermarkets in the cooler months, to avoid melting their delicate chocolate coating. There are many weighty reasons why these delicacies are not regulars in our kitchen. But, when one seeks diversions recovering from a hurricane, a man often relies on his Mallomars. Cutting a clearing that seemed like half of the national forest from our front yard is tough work and my son Drew and I needed sustenance. So, move over soup, make room in the cart for the Mallomars. Lots of them.

You’ve heard the saying "Fences make good neighbors." That may be true, but sometimes fences also prevent you from meeting some great people. Wilma inadvertently acted as a facilitator for new friendships when she blew in and blew away our fences. Literally. Most of the folks on Bonnie Street not only met each other when the walls came tumbling down, but soon we all broke bread together, laughed together, even siphoned gas together. (Talk about intimate moments. In some countries, we’d be married!) Anyway, the hand-operated gas siphon made its way onto the shopping list—a list Carol never questioned because, after all, when I said we needed these items for the next time, all she could say was, "I’m sorry … you were right."

Seriously, though, I’m just glad that the Felix household—cats included—survived Wilma. And I sincerely hope you’re all getting your households and businesses back together too. Our New Year’s wish for all our friends and neighbors—a hurricane-free 2006!

Happy Holidays,

Charles Felix, Publisher

P.S. Did you know they make special hand-operated coffee bean grinders? If you need this hurricane essential (as I did), give me a call and I’ll point you in the right direction. Just don’t let Carol know I told you!

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