I was all set to do my weekly rant this week about electric vehicles and then something happened that I just had to write about. On March 2, 2012 I spent a couple of hours texting back and forth with my son, trying to convince him to delay his trip from East Lansing, Michigan to just west of the the Florida panhandle. His spring break planned travel would have taken him directly through the heart of the storm, at precisely the wrong time. I’m thankful that he and his friends heeded the advice they were given and delayed the start of their trip long enough to let the storm pass through. But that’s not what this story is about.
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I was all set to do my weekly rant this week about electric vehicles and then something happened that I just had to write about. On March 2, 2012 I spent a couple of hours texting back and forth with my son, trying to convince him to delay his trip from East Lansing, Michigan to just west of the the Florida panhandle. His spring break planned travel would have taken him directly through the heart of the storm, at precisely the wrong time. I’m thankful that he and his friends heeded the advice they were given and delayed the start of their trip long enough to let the storm pass through. But that’s not what this story is about.