Thirteen Years Later…

Friday, August 26th, 2005

Almost exactly thirteen years ago, I found myself barricaded in my home behind pounds of exceptionally strong aluminum, family members rushing about keeping themselves occupied, the weather radio blasting its garbled play-by-play. Behind the galvanized aluminum fortress and above the chatter in the house, you could still hear the rain and the wind pounding on the house. At the outset of the heavy winds, the power went out, with the timing of a suspense film, because as we all know, the suspense in every sound you hear increases tenfold when you can't see the source of the sounds you're hearing. And thus, for all the brutal force Hurricane Andrew had, I could see none of it. (more…)