I grew up on the Texas coast, only a few miles from the Gulf of Mexico. I was never afraid of hurricanes when I was a boy. To me, all a hurricane meant was days out of school swimming in the streets. I was too young to know I wasn’t immortal. I was only a baby when Carla flattened and swamped most of my home county, and the storms of my boyhood were all Category 1.
All of that changed with Katrina, even if I was slow on the uptake. Katrina devastated New Orleans, most of Louisiana, and parts of East Texas. Ike followed behind Katrina and trashed much of what Katrina had left standing in East Texas and Western Louisiana. Last year, Sandy ravaged the East Coast, and now we have Harvey. Continue reading