Now the windbreakers make sense

I've been embarrassed all day for the those reporters in hooded windbreakers on location at the beach talking about the storm. Their sleeves weren't flapping, the hoods weren't wet and the sea behind them was calm yet they were working to drum up a sense of urgency.

They're getting wet now. The rain is steady, daylight is gone and the wind is picking up. My dining room is full of wicker furniture from the porch and the palm trees on the porch are lying down.