My aluminum stylus scratches onto a 2-inch screen that does not support java script, searching for a 21st century update on creating a message in bottle - that can be read not by just one - but by millions. Okay maybe only thousands. All right! so it's only a couple of dozen people. I never was one of the popular girls - but that is a poem of a different story - and this my message in a bottle thrown into the eye of another hurricane.

We still don't have phones, and only partial cable, which means - NO INTERNET. Fortunately our power is still up, but the wind is blowing something wild; and the rain keeps coming down - that is when it's not blowing horizontal, and I can graffiti quite nicely on my palm phone this message: Calling all Dick Tracy's. Get Hurricane Frances out of my town.

Signed: a Damsel in Distress

P.S. - Immediately after I posted this, I could see the blue light from transformers blowing up. Frances has been on our heads since last night, and it continues to blow. I won't be surprised if in an hour or so, we lose power.
P.P.S. - Unlike Charley, we did not lose power. We're keeping our fingers crossed that Ivan the terrible sets course for another continent, as this one is finished being scoured.