We’ve all sat there, pinned to TVs, following the track of approaching hurricanes. Many nail-biters are playing the stay-or-not-stay game of chance, with the answer blowing in the wind.

When poised to make an evacuation call, it always comes down to the latest projected courses for perpetually finicky cyclones, as they all too often seem to half-ass it around in a cruel keep-’em-guessing fashion. Thinking back to Sandy’s arrival, the worst part was the stinkin’ waiting, waiting, waiting.