I always meant to write this story as soon as I got home from the 2005 disaster season. I had the whole thing in my head, but never found the time. It’s been 3 years since I got home from Hurricane Wilma where I spent a few months in a small town on Lake Okeechobee called Pahokee, Florida. First, let me say that Pahokee is the crappiest little town I’ve ever worked. The only industry there seemed to be drugs and prostitution. Most of the town is the poorest of the poor…just one Section 8 Housing Complex after another. Those Section 8 Housing Complexes DO NOT fare well during a Category 3 or 4 hurricane, such as Wilma. The only place I could find to stay was a gorgeous Bed & Breakfast in West Palm Beach. Oh my! What a contrast between Pahokee and West Palm Beach!!! There are no words to describe how beautiful West Palm Beach is or how ugly Pahokee. The power was out in the entire area…all of south Florida, for about a month, as I recall. And the B & B had a well wit