Sunday, September 26, 2004


And I don't mean the football team.

For the first time since 1886 there are four hurricanes striking the same state in the same season. And of course I have to live there.

I have been lucky enough so far not to get in to too much trouble with hurricanes. My planned trip to Orlando for my birthday lay just the next day after Charley ripped Florida a new asshole from Punta Gorda to Daytona Beach. I spent the next few days out there seeing what an inland, 150-mile an hour gust storm could do to a city that had 'hurricane amnesia' as our governor Jeb put it. Not that long after that we were home for Frances, which hit my pal JW in West Palm Beach pretty hard and then came across to hit the gf's parents downstate then make a short run in the Gulf before heading towards our place. For a few hours the power was out but that was about major damage to life or limb. JW spent several days down there in a shelter and came back to an apartment and job that didn't have power for several days after that. According to what he said just days ago there were still people down there that didn't have power.

I was here when Ivan hit too, a storm that raged into Pensacola with such furiousity that it ripped the concrete modular span sections off their piers on the I-10 bridge. My pal Brian lives out there and it took us several days to hear from him...posting on our forum over the internet powered by a generator his family ran just a few hours each night. The store he works at reopened just last week...other stores in my company have yet to reopen. A store manager which I know just built a new house which she closed on not a month ago. Last reports say that it's already gone.

And now Jeanne is bearing down on us like some kind of twisted merciful Category 3 hurricane. I say merciful because it could have been a lot worse, especially hitting an area just north of West Palm Beach which is still reeling from Frances. Last time Frances sat out in the Atlantic and dumped rain and threw gusts of wind at the coast, and knocked out power relatively early. This storm started to kick up a ruckus about 6 pm down there and JW's power didn't go out until 8:45. Shout out to my brothas at FPL and Progress Energy...all the work they did down there is getting ripped up again.

Sometimes you wonder how nature can have such majesty but yet posess such naked violence.


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