Hanger200, at the current prediction, are you anchored north or south of landfall?
My Andrew story: My best sailing buddy, known him since my time at the U, lives in Hollywood FL, and kept his J/24 at the Coconut Grove Sailing Club. At the time of hurricane Andrew, I was living in Munich, but had been spending Jan-Mar in South Florida. I had left my Mitsubishi Montero at Art’s house in Hollywood, which sits in between Miami and Ft Lauderdale.
Art is originally from the Wilmington area and has been a life long bachelor, I’m guessing mostly because he prefers to spend his weekends either sailing or anchored at the Yacht club bar. Let’s say that we’ve chosen very different paths in life, but I love the guy, not to mention that he is the only friend that I’ve stayed in touch with since college. As far as sailing goes, Art has a number wins, including Ft Lauderdale - Key West, has stories about crewing for Dennis Conner in NYC, etc. The usual tall tails told over rum runners.
Anyway, I called him from Germany a day before Andrew obliterated South Florida, including destruction of Homestead AFB.
I asked him about his beloved J boat, to which he replied that the last track showed the storm turning toward Hollywood. So his boat and the club should be fine. Then he said apologetically, “Sorry buddy, but I have to leave your truck here. I’m taking my F150 tonight and heading a friend’s house in Cutler Ridge. I’ll park it in between the houses and get back as soon as possible.” I said that was OK, I appreciate him letting me leave my truck at his house while I was in Europe, and that I had USAA insurance.
In short, Art didn’t make it back to his house for a week. In the last hours before landfall, Andrew hooked left and basically went right over the subdivision where Art and his friends were gleefully throwing a hurricane party. The next morning, the only thing standing in the party house was a central cinder block wall and the attached bathroom, where most of the revelers huddled. Every other house for miles was flattened. I know, because I flew into Miami about 3 weeks after Andrew to recover my truck and belongings. Ironically, since the storm turned south, my truck was left unscathed. Art said that he found a small palm leave across the hood. His F150, not so much. It had a palm tree stuck through the bed crushing the rear end and the interior was completely gutted by the storm. All of the glass, carpet, door panels, upholstery, roof liner, door speakers, and knobs had been suctioned away. 
Karma?
I asked him when he became a little concerned that the storm might be heading their way. He said, “When the house began shaking badly and when we looked in the Florida room and saw all of the furniture levitating.”
Anyway, I won’t go into all of the details of the storm’s aftermath, but I will say that going to check on friends in South Miami, I passed subdivision after subdivision that were completely flattened. Not a house standing as far as one could see.
Art’s J/24? He got a call from a salvage company four or five weeks after Andrew. They found it on the bottom of one of those canals South of Miami about a 1/4 mile inland. He collected insurance and bought a Pearson 34, which he said was better for entertaining and that if he felt the need to race, would crew on one of his friend’s bigger boats. Funny, because over the years I crewed for him in the Pearson a few times, none of which won us more than a severe hangover.
…but we still need to move the bar…well the liquor and mixers from the bar…up to the second deck. 
