I’ve never been in a hurricane; not many of them are robust enough to reach east Tennessee. I do remember, however, the remnants of a hurricane reaching here in the 50’s or 60’s. The sky was marvelous and a bit frightening with jagged deep blue and gray clouds racing madly northeast like frightened animals.
One of the early stories about Irene described the evacuation of Ocracoke Island. One of the barrier islands off the coast of North Carolina, Ocracoke is narrow and not very high and gets inundated by any serious storm.
It’s a lovely place. In August, 1984, I fell in mad, passionate love there with a redheaded woman with wickedly captivating eyes. A year later we honeymooned on the island. I nearly met my demise trying to hang glide at Kill Devil Hills at Nags Head. Here’s a lovely photo, by Jim Grant, subject to this creative commons license, taken on Ocrakoke…
FLICKR GROUP: Ocracoke Island
A set by Jim
Finally, here’s a woman who, if she were real, could blow me away with hurricane force!
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