I’ve lived on the Gulf Coast since I left my boyhood home on the pimento ranch. I Remember every storm since Carla in the Sixties and having just come though Harvey I have some opinions on the matterwould like to share.
A hurricane is like an old acquaintance that shows up at your home late at night, drunk and in a fighting mood. He kicks in your door gives you a cussin’ , takes a couple of swings at you, pukes on your rug then and drives away, still drunk, to go harass someone else.
A tropical storm shows up in the middle of the night likewise drunk, but talkative, stays ‘till the wee hours of the morning crying ‘cause they just got fired. They drink all of your beer, puke on your rug and when you finally get them to the door they start to cry harder and bum $20 from you before they leave. Then their car won’t start and they stay three more days ‘till the cops show with a warrant for them.