When I was in school in rural Alabama, every year we had to watch films of Camille, and those idiots that held a “Hurricane Party”...only to face certain death. Camille will always be the symbol of the deadliest storm for me.
Mom always used the Richelieu Hotel as an example of how not to prepare for a storm.
My family drove through Gulfport and Biloxi along the highway that follows the shore 3 years after Camille. I vividly recall stair cases leading up from the road to where hotels used to be but all that was left were the swimming pools.