Bad Places to Be

My brother-in-law is a marine biologist who periodically makes trips to the ocean to collect core samples (Don't ask me what this means. Everyone in the family says it very matter-of-factly but I don't think they know either.) Anyway, guess where he is this week. Guess guess guess. On an OIL RIG outside of MOBILE, ALABAMA. Talk about the worst possible place to be in the current Hurricane Ivan circumstances.

Apparently, though, I think he just got evacuated out on a flight from Pensacola.

Part of me, the little dark side of me, thinks it would be exciting to see what a hurricane was like. But then, I get freaked out during tornado weather here in Tornado Alley, so methinks I wouldn't like it too much.