First, we have a 5.8 earthquake. By California standards, a hiccup. I imagine their newspaper cartoons have been making quite fun of us the last few days. And now, we have Hurricane Irene marching across the Bahamas today before she begins her northerly trek along the eastern seaboard. She's looking mighty strong and angry.
I think many of us are in for some nasty weather.
I watched the news until midnight, peeked out my window into the stormy night to watch violently swaying palm trees and then turned out the lights and went to sleep. When I woke the next morning, yep, I slept right through it, the sun was shining and the storm had passed. We all had survived. Except we had no electricity, no phones, nothing. The power lines had been destroyed.
Later I learned that the Coast Guard had sent body bags down in belief that the Keys had been hit as hard as Homestead with a 17 foot surge. (This was all before cell phones and fancy schmancy satellite tracking systems that we have today. No one could get in touch with us.)
But Key West was spared. Homestead was not so lucky.
Days later when I was able to return home, we flew over the devastation. Tornadoes can do just the same damage, but with a hurricane comes flooding. Adding insult to injury.
Let's hope Irene will not be too harsh on our coastal friends. Between the tornadoes, flooding and severe heat this year, I think we are all pretty tired of Mother Nature and her moods.
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