Waiting For Wilma

Well, everyone in Naples is getting irritable, and I'm sure it's only the beginning. The general feeling is, if the damn thing is coming, let it come and get it over with. Unfortunately, Wilma is not cooperating, taking her own sweet time over Cancun before (they say) hitting the open water where she willl intensify and accelerate. In the meantime, the area including the Smart Marketing office is under mandatory evacutation, our equipment is dismantled and stored, and our employees are scattered. The Weather Channel is still broadcasting live from our beach, the stores are largely empty, gas is hard to find, and most iritating of all, we are in the maddening position of hoping and praying that it is all for nothing. In the meantime, TV keeps showing shots of the locals on Duvall Street in Key West where the main strategy seems to be to don a funny wig, get drunk, and wave signs saying "Where's Wilma?" while singing the theme song from The Flintstones. I am clearly in the wrong town.