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Guess what? Irene dumped 13 to 16 inches per
day on some parts (including my part) of Florida. When
I woke up, much of the stuff in my apartment was floating.
The property on which we were living literally turned into
"Lake Halbert." My Aunt Wanda actually took photos of me
paddling my poke boat in the driveway and all around the lawn.

Bottom-line: The damage was so extensive, I
had to move. At the time, I had a little office I really
didn't need. I just had to have a place to go so I
could get out of the house once in a while when my uncle was
sick. My little "getaway" was next to the gym where I worked
out, thus, I decided it was as good a place as any to move
into.

Damn, did that ever suck! The master
thermostat to set the temperature for all the units was
located in my office... but... I wasn't allowed to operate it.
For whatever bizarre reason, I was always freezing my ass
off... or... about to expire from heat exhaustion.

Not only that, the walls were all of about
1/4" thick so I could hear everything going on in the gym...
including... a bunch of porker women yelling their way through
an aerobic class at all hours of the day and night...
including... the hours before sunrise.

Plus, the roof leaked.

Seriously leaked.

Thus, I decide to move a bit further up the
road to a nice place called the Pelican Motel. I end up living
there for more than three months. Clean, neat and basic. All
is well... except... I had to learn to do what I later termed
"The Pelican Shuffle." In other words, once, twice, or maybe
even thrice a week...