As Maria skirts north of Bermuda, it reminded me of another familiar storm.  On September 26, 1987, I was in Bermuda, accompanying my wife on an advertising conference.   Three members of our family made the trip, including our “soon-to-be-born-by-four-months” daughter, Katie.  Also visiting Bermuda during this trip was a tropical storm bearing the name of Emily.  There are plenty of Emilys in my wife’s family.  Her mother was Emily Lou, her sister is Emily and our niece and Godmother of our son Michael is Emily.  There are many chapters in the family registry about “our” Emilys. Tropical Storm Emily hit Bermuda with 85 mile-per-hour winds.  As all weathermen would do, I watched the storm from a pub in the hotel, enjoying a couple of pints while my wife was secure in an interior room. Golf the following day at a course next to our hotel was tricky with trees and debris.