I suspect somehow that the thought “it could have been worse” will not be a lot of comfort to those in or near Dean’s path. I’ve been in several hurricanes and numerous tropical storms in my life, but only once in the direct path (yes, I disobeyed all instructions and went outdoors when the eye passed over; how could I resist), and even though it was not a major hurricane by the time it reached Houston, Alicia scared the fool out of me. Our worst consequence: after the storm, we discovered a large broken tree branch dangling less than a foot from the roof. Indeed, it could have been worse.
IIRC, approximately three-fourths of Houston is vulnerable to storm surge if the approach of the storm is along an unlucky path. The good news is that Stella and I live in the remaining quarter of the city. That doesn’t give me a lot of confidence, though.
Here? oh… on Sunday afternoon, we’re not having any weather worth mentioning. Skies are partly sunny; there’s no wind or rain.
My thoughts and prayers are with those people still in Dean’s path.
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