The Schuetze family is here in Sarasota and it’s Day 4 of their Florida vacation. When I first approached them and asked if I could interview them, father Lynn asked me if I was selling something. When I assured him I was a reporter from the Tampa Tribune (and I was carrying 50 pounds of camera gear, too), he still asked, “Are you sure you’re not selling something?” Maybe they have aggressive subscription folks where they live.

The Schuetzes are from Omaha, Nebraska, a place a lot of us along the Gulf Coast are probably considering moving to following all these monster hurricanes. They’re staying with family in the area and are scheduled to head home Sunday out of Sarasota International Airport, which is just about the time all heck might be breaking loose on this side of Florida as a result of Wilma.

Speaking of Wilma, let me digress a minute. Why Wilma? If you’re going to name a ferocious hurricane after a Flinstones character, wouldn’t Bam-Bam have been a better choice?

Anyway, Lynn and his wife, Jill Kohles, are split on what to do if Wilma comes our way. Lynn says he would like to find a safe place locally and ride it out. It is, after all, the kind of weather excitement you never get in Omaha. Jill, whose father lives in Sarasota, seems to prefer the Get the Heck Out of Dodge in a Dodge, Chevy or Toyota plan. They do, after all, have two children—13-year-old Dylan and 11-year-old Kylie. But this is their vacation. Even when it was raining off and on today, they had their beach stuff packed in the car ready for action. They’ve had a few days of non-stop sunshine, however, and don’t seem too bummed by the prospect of non-stop rain - or Old Testament-type flooding - the rest of the week.