Last years Matthew experience has put a bit of a different spin on Thing 3's perspective as Irma swings this way. Somewhere after the hot dogs & hamburgers, between the brisket & steaks, Thing 3's other half relayed that he had been attempting to put together a Hurricane Emergency Kit. Them little hand cranked radios seem to be in short supply even on the inter-web. He wasn't surprised that I had several already assembled Emergency Kits, as I had been slowly including Him in with the Grandchildren for On-The-Job-Training (OJT) and hands on projects around the house. He was surprised when I handed Him the ALICE rig that I had been maintaining for Him since He started dating my daughter in High School. I even sent Him home with a Council Jersey strapped to the rig. Needless to say Thing 3 got a bit apprehensive as we took the hands on tour of what items are in which pockets, but Her past criticism of Dad's over indulgence in Survival Emergency Equipment has seemed to disappear. Thing 3 isn't interested in experiencing Hurricane Irma, and after the experience of being a Mother and going through Matthew last year I don't blame her. Looks like I might be shy Thing 3, Thing 3's thing 1, and Thing 3's significant other the day after Irma should something wicked this way come.