<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Personal Stories on Daniel Lyons</title><link>https://dandylyons.net/topics/personal-stories/</link><description>Recent content in Personal Stories on Daniel Lyons</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-gb</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://dandylyons.net/topics/personal-stories/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Happy Hurricane Douglas Day!</title><link>https://dandylyons.net/essays/happy-hurricane-douglas-day/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://dandylyons.net/essays/happy-hurricane-douglas-day/</guid><description>&lt;p>The year was 2020. Covid was in full swing. My wife and I were married for less than a year. And the grocery stores and hardware stores were flooded with people preparing for the Category 1 Hurricane Douglas.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>We had just moved into a micro-apartment on the 11th floor. If the storm hit, it would have been particularly awful for us. The one room studio apartment had a glass wall that faced the ocean. The building didn&amp;rsquo;t even have an enclosed hallway. We would have been forced to shelter in the bathroom or in the stairwell. Looking back, I can see that, quite frankly, we were not prepared at all for a hurricane. But it was coming anyways, and soon, the only thing we could do was wait.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>