Here we are again, watching Tropical Storm Hanna traipsing across the Atlantic, and the forecasters have a new scary term, "The Cone of Uncertainty," which spreads across my house, of course, in their forecast. That's what I hate about this season: uncertainty. Imagine those people who leave New Orleans on the bus with one suitcase. What's in it? What do we treasure most that would fit in one suitcase? I hope they are spared this time, but it's not looking good. I think it's time hurricanes had less benign names. They should be called "Terminator" or "Psycho." My grandmother used to pace and wring her hands when a storm was coming. I may try that. It might help.