An eerie stillness sits over the island of Wildwood, which is essentially an abandoned ghost town.  We wish we had a hurricane proof armored vehicle that could float… where can we get one of those?  No cars coming on or off the Rio Grande Bridge and we haven’t seen any humans from our vantage point.  For the first time ever I can actually hear the ocean from my porch which is on the bay-side of the island, 8 blocks from the massive beach which is about a couple blocks long.  There’s a jittery squirm in the pit of my stomach, but I love it.  Seagulls are flying every which way, all disoreineted.  It’s just me and…