BazzukaJoe does not lie, there are indeed six coolers here in Spumoni Gardens... not to mention the large pot of sauce, the fresh orange soup, the roast beef and a bag of Wavy Lays thats so large Big Vin just parks his electric wheelchair inside it when he needs one. For a natural disaster area, I have to admit we got it pretty good. In fact, Aunt Marie has become so skilled at hurricane response there was talk of naming her new head of FEMA, but she politely requested her name withdrawn upon learning they wouldn't provide funding for Aurrichio brand provolone. There are some things that can't be skimped on. We are now just five hours from the invasion of Wilma...and this time it will only be me, Ree, Big Vin and Marie huddled in the safe room...thats five people shy of the record we set last year during Francis when we managed to push the temperature of that hallway to that of a brick pizza oven...although I still wish they were here. Normally the pitch black solitary confinement affects everyone's sleep patterns...and right now I should be in the 3rd stage of coma (thankfully Vito is nowhere near) except I'm still fighting some strain of Ebola that keeps me coughing up vital organs every 20 seconds. Big Vin tells me "drink some scotch" every time I cough, which has totalled about 450,000 times in the last twelve hours. Had I taken his prescription I would have easily finished all four bottles of Johhny Walker Red, the Pinch, and the Chivas Regal by 8pm this evening. I definitely would be sleeping right now though...I think I am gonna go get myself a shot...also I will try and blog again before the power goes out...but if not I will talk to you all soon as I can. If the phones are down and your wondering what we're doin....we're most likely eating...and eating good. By the way, in addition to macaroni, cheeses, and cold cuts may I suggest Pastry Named Hurricane Year? Hurricane Cannoli, Hurricane Sfogliatelle, Hurricane Tiramisu... Good Nite All.