The afternoon before Camille, my father took us to the lakefront at New Orleans to check it all out. Very impressive — the wind blowing strong enough to hold us kids up as we leaned into it. We were on the good side of that storm, of course. My grandmother had been at her beach house in Waveland, but scooted back to New Orleans. The MS house was knocked cockeyed, but put back together eventually. After Katrina, not a stick of it remained.
We could use some rain as well, but I think I’ll opt for this hot dry high pressure system for another month. Maybe it’ll shove some tropical weather your way.
Mom used to take us to Mobile every other summer or so and I will never forget the destruction all the way across. This was before Interstates and we pretty much drove the coastline.
Old colonial style houses that had been there forever, were gone.
Used to have family, or claimed family, almost every 50 miles from Corpus Christi to Pensacola. If a storm came into the Gulf, it was going to get someone. May still, just haven’t kept track.