RE: Severe weather during the 1960s
May 3, 2018 at 3:07 pm
(This post was last modified: May 3, 2018 at 3:31 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
Wasn't much better by '92, when andrew coverage was basically an endless loop of the following:
That failure spurred a revolution in forecasting and emergency response at a federal level.
Long before my time, lol...long before all of our times...but the Bay Hurricane of 1921 struck completely by surprise...it hit in the middle of the night, in what was then a small town (and because of this it only managed to kill 8 people..so far as we know). The force of the surge was so immense that it broke through and permanently altered the barrier islands, sandbars, and flow within boca ciega and tampa bays. An 11 foot high wall of water coming from every direction simultaneously swept over a town that had 2 square miles of ridge that peaked at 44 feet. Weird ass fact...this storm destroyed the worlds first commercial airport. The house I grew up in, 60 years later... was one of a few dozen existing structures, sitting on that ridge, that survived. It's weathered every storm and tornado since wholly intact. So we expected a whole bunch of nothing no matter what. Lost a fence and a tree last year, but that was that. FEMA's in the area doling out funds for harder hit pieces of the bay.
On the one hand...the changes in how families experience storms where you're at (and from when you're at) is a long drive indirect connection between you and I, between our experiences. OTOH - for the people afflicted by one of the main drivers to that revolution aren;t that muich affected..in their experience....by it. Native Crackers don;t give a fuck about a storm. Never have. That;s why we keep building trailer parks in tornado paths and cities at landfall...and we sit back, crack a brew, and watch taped episodes of judge judy....with the volume at max to cover the sound of the invisible freigh train outside.
Stormgod wants to kill you, your ass is dead. Mostly, though..and thankfully, he doesn't give a shit about killing you...personally.
That failure spurred a revolution in forecasting and emergency response at a federal level.
Long before my time, lol...long before all of our times...but the Bay Hurricane of 1921 struck completely by surprise...it hit in the middle of the night, in what was then a small town (and because of this it only managed to kill 8 people..so far as we know). The force of the surge was so immense that it broke through and permanently altered the barrier islands, sandbars, and flow within boca ciega and tampa bays. An 11 foot high wall of water coming from every direction simultaneously swept over a town that had 2 square miles of ridge that peaked at 44 feet. Weird ass fact...this storm destroyed the worlds first commercial airport. The house I grew up in, 60 years later... was one of a few dozen existing structures, sitting on that ridge, that survived. It's weathered every storm and tornado since wholly intact. So we expected a whole bunch of nothing no matter what. Lost a fence and a tree last year, but that was that. FEMA's in the area doling out funds for harder hit pieces of the bay.
On the one hand...the changes in how families experience storms where you're at (and from when you're at) is a long drive indirect connection between you and I, between our experiences. OTOH - for the people afflicted by one of the main drivers to that revolution aren;t that muich affected..in their experience....by it. Native Crackers don;t give a fuck about a storm. Never have. That;s why we keep building trailer parks in tornado paths and cities at landfall...and we sit back, crack a brew, and watch taped episodes of judge judy....with the volume at max to cover the sound of the invisible freigh train outside.
Stormgod wants to kill you, your ass is dead. Mostly, though..and thankfully, he doesn't give a shit about killing you...personally.
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