Fay doesn't seem that bad at the moment, but she sure brings it all back. The trauma of Andrew.
Our house stood up to Andrew, (just barely) though many of the houses around us were destroyed. We watched our interior walls wobble and buckle and rain pour through the roof for three hours. We lost dozens of trees, mangoes, avocadoes, and a beautiful Indian Rosewood. We didn't have power for a month afterwards. No street signs left standing, no trees anywhere for miles. Seven years without shade.
We take hurricane season pretty seriously. I'm always amazed at how people well out of the real destructive zone of Andrew or other hurricanes, believe it's all a big joke. Go windsurfing in a category 4? Yeah, right. See you in the next life.
Go for a walk on the beach? Help yourself, dude.