We held our last hurricane expo of the season over the weekend at the Boynton Beach Mall.
Turnout was good, with lots of nice folks taking the time to shop for hurricane information. In addition to our booth featuring Eric, Felicia, Kate and myself, more than two dozen other participants (from the Red Cross to the Palm Beach County Building Officials) answered questions and helped residents with their hurricane preparation.
I really like these events. We get a chance to meet many of our viewers, hear about their hurricane experiences (since Frances, Jeanne and Wilma just about everyone has a story to tell) and talk with some very nice people.
One of them was Marla. It was the second time I had talked with Marla face-to-face. The first time we spoke was on the phone as Hurricane Frances headed for South Florida.
Like most of us in September of 2004, Marla had never been through a hurricane. And, like most of us, she was scared. After all, it was just her and her two tiny dogs in an apartment in Boynton Beach with a big, bad hurricane outside.
During our hurricane coverage I would take phone calls from viewers, listening to their concerns, asking about their hurricane preparations and doing everything I could to try to calm them down. One of those callers was Marla.
Of all the phone calls I took during the Hurricane Frances coverage, I remember Marla’s the best. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was her situation (alone with 2 dogs) or perhaps the fear in her voice when she told me how scared she was that Saturday evening. I remember talking with her for quite a while, trying to quell her fears and telling her what to do.
“I went into my safe room,” she reminded me on Saturday. “Just like you told me to.” It must have been an awful night for Marla and her two dogs, hunkered down in a tiny bathroom with Hurricane Frances sweeping across her city.
Yet, she and the dogs made it through with virtually no damage to her apartment complex (Marla was very concerned about her windows since she didn’t have shutters). Her power was out, a few trees and fences were down but she was OK. When Marla stopped by on Saturday she gave me a big hug and said “Thank you.”
Since Frances, Jeanne and Wilma lots of other nice people have said “thank you” to me and the rest of the weather team for our hurricane coverage. For me, that “thank you” just reinforces the responsibility we have as broadcasters to do our best when times are tough. It is a great compliment but it also makes me work a little harder.
Thanks, Marla
