I've lived a while in Houston and rode out a storm or six. Add that to a few harsh winters in back in North Texas and Mother Nature has taught me that she abhors people who do not have their stuff screwed on tight. I'm usually the guy in the neighborhood who comes out after the storm, shifts his grip and stance a little, and then goes right on with life. It boggles the minds of those who never bought more than three boxes of Mac-N-Cheese. I try to help as best I can, but there is only so much you can do until they have lived that scenario.