They could afford to.
Some of those who call Myrtle Beach home didn't have that option. Or, at least, decided they didn't.
As The Guardian reports, 23% of them have income below the poverty level. They got it that they aren't able or perhaps willing to pay for a motel, perhaps for days and days. They feel they have no choice but to ride out the monster act of god. Their vehicles are parked on the street, not a garage. So, they are hoping for the best for that too.
Others who didn't follow the vacationers out believe their home is where they should be. In a sense it's a voodoo mindset. If they are inside, the evils of the outside won't dare enter.
The maternal part of my family, immigrants from Poland, thought that way. Their lives were ruled by old world hocus-pocus.
The matriarch - my grandmother - lit candles and chanted. And that was that.
Maybe she had cast a spell which kept the ocean from engulfing us. But the odds were that we could have been swallowed by the sea. Somehow I understood that. Later I never stepped into the ocean or enjoyed a ride on a friend's boat.
More importantly, I was left with a curiosity about how human beings regard danger. By time I was 11 I regarded my family's assessment of it as constituting negligence.
For years I argued with my younger sister Anne that we should have gone to child protective services to become safe. She only smirked. Yeah, she would reply, and be put in a foster home and be molested.
How many children will emerge from the days of Florence recognizing that those legally responsible for protecting them didn't know how or couldn't give a damn? They could be among the families staying put in Myrtle Beach. Florence could produce a non-war generation of PTSD.
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