Summer daze, Hurricane's

Good Monday Morning friends, family, neighbors, & general public I have not had the pleasure to meet yet.  The morning news is all a buzz with hurricane updates on Isaac.  Information of note to me is Isaac is predicted to make land fall 7 years to the day after Katrina.  Sort of a strange coincidence but maybe not so strange as September tends to be the busiest hurricane month with August coming in second.  I remember leaving Corpus Christi on August 3rd, 1970 just as Hurricane Celia was blowing in and most people were behind boarded up doors and windows.  Not us!  We were rocking and rolling in the family camper truck.  My Dad with his usual confidence that the Lord told him to get his family away from the storm and thus so we would reach our destination safely, no worries!  My Mom with her usual mistrust of his happy go lucky, trust the Lord, every little thing will be alright confidence.  Dad was smiling and breaking out in song from time to time while Mom was making her fear and probably a little terror known pretty much non-stop.  'Steve, are you sure we are not going to tump over, the camper is really rocking?'   'STEVE, there are no other cars on the road. Should we really be out here in this?'.            ' Relax Margie, the Lord told me to go so I'm going.  We will be fine. It's just a little wind.  Sit back and enjoy the ride.'     Mom did not enjoy the ride!  Us kids went back and forth from being scared when Mom was talking to 'enjoying the ride' while Dad was reassuring.   The drive home was almost as eventful as the closer we got to Corpus the more damage we saw.  Gas Station attendants  gave us free gas when they found out we lived in Flour Bluff.  Telephone lines and electricity were out so no way to find out ahead of time what condition our home was in.  Dad was sure we would find the sturdy little house he had built intact .  Mom was sure it would be leveled,  no roof or surely some kind of awful damage.  I remember driving past the Surf Drive-In on Ayers street.  Debris scattered everywhere, that huge drive-in screen completely demolished,  but Gone With the Wind was neatly lettered on the strangely intact marquee. Someone's idea of a joke no-doubt.  But I think a much needed comic relief in all the devastation.  The little wooden house my Dad had built for his bride was totally fine.  While several newer houses on our block lost roof's, windows and sustained major water damage.      Al Roker is on again with an update.  Keep those in Isaac's path in your thoughts and prayers.   Peace & kisses