I can remember so clearly the day Hurricane Irene hit where I live in Central Pennsylvania. It was the year of very bad storms that started for my family with tornado-strength winds that knocked down some of our city’s most majestic trees that lined our streets, flattening cars and landing on houses. We got off easy — a big bough landed on my car, requiring a couple hundred dollars worth of body work.

That was in May, and it taught us to be afraid of storms. When Hurricane Irene came on the scene, we took note. We bought water, extra propane for the grill, canned everything and we watched as t