I called my brother Tommy on his cell phone this morning. He's a Broward County Deputy Sheriff down in Flordia, so I was checking to see what they expecting from hurricane Frances and to make sure that he stays safe. He said that they weren't all that worried, that they had put up their shutters last night and that the worst of the storm was supposed to hit about 60 miles north of them in Palm Beach. He gets off duty at 6:00 tonight, so he'll be able to ride it out at home, and then deal with the cleanup when he goes back on duty.

Toward the end of the call, he says, "No, it's okay, I've got a rag here in the car" to someone there. "What are you talking about," I asked. "Oh, nothing. I'm on a call and I've got fingerprint dust on my forehead."

Dork.