After the 2000 presidential election debacle, a friend of mine in New York voiced a snide but widely shared sentiment: “The best thing about Florida,” he told me, “is that it’s a place to keep Floridians.” I’ve often said the same thing about Manhattan. But I’m recalling my friend’s remark now as I look east and see hurricanes lining up in the Atlantic like bombers on an aircraft carrier, threatening to blow mango trees into my Miami living room from now until Halloween.
