Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Blowin' in the wind

Quite a few years ago, a friend and I went to Myrtle Beach (the week before the "season" opens, and blessedly uncrowded) by way of Charleston.

We spent about 24 hours in Charleston all told - flew in there, spent the night, did some sightseeing, then drove up the coast. But that 24 hours was enough to fall in love with the city.

One of the places we visited was the Charleston City Market. At the time, it was mostly open air; it looks as if significant improvements have been made to the building.

On a tour we took before we started shopping, the guide pointed out a spot on the brickwork where there was a slight color change, the bricks on the lower section being a slightly darker red. That color change marked the high water level during Hurricane Hugo in 1989.

That mark sat twelve or so feet up.

It is amazing the devastation that water and wind can produce.

As Florence takes pinpoint aim at the Carolinas, put up an extra prayer or two for safety, for people to obey evacuation orders and take commonsense precautions, for the many first responders who are required to go into danger instead of fleeing from it. If you have family or close friends in the area, arrange a check-in schedule.

May God grant Florence a severe right turn before she makes landfall.

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