That’s an interesting name. I’m not really sure of its origin, I didn’t really look it up. I’ve never met anyone by that name and the only person I know of who used it was Dwight D. Eisenhower, who, as it happens, was President when I was born.
But now the name has been given to a hurricane that appears to be moving into the Gulf of Mexico, and whenever a hurricane does that, people along the coast scramble and get ready for it. The presence of Gustav stirred us up a bit. We filled the tank, bought some bottled water and then the storm moved to our east, into Louisiana. It looks like Ike will affect the gulf coast somewhere, so we will keep an eye on it.
An approaching hurricane always presents an interesting dilemma. We don’t want it here, but in wishing it away from us, we don’t really want it to hit anyone else either, though the fact of the matter is that if we don’t get it, someone else will. Louisiana definitely doesn’t need the stress and the worry, and they do not need another hurricane. Yet, there are few places along the gulf coast where a hurricane could hit without affecting a large population. About the only place is the stretch of coast between Corpus Christi and South Padre Island, where Bret came ashore a few years ago.
We live in a part of the Houston area that falls outside the evacuation and flood zones. We’re about sixty miles from the coast at its closest spot, and the worst case scenario for us, on Houston’s far Southwest suburbs, would be for the eye of the hurricane to hit somewhere between Freeport and Palacios, along the upper end of Matagorda Bay. That would bring the worst part of the “dirty side” of a hurricane right across the southwestern part of the Houston metro area. Our neighborhood can take a lot of rain, we’ve seen as much as 20 inches without any flooding at all. But we’d rather not test that, if we can avoid it.
I’ve been through two hurricanes in my lifetime. Alicia came through in 1983, and I was here for that. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, though we did not lose our electricity. A few years ago, Claudette hit Palacios, and my parents were on I-10 near Columbus, on their way from Arizona to visit with us. I drove out there, through a pretty hard driving rain, and some high wind, to accompany them to our house. Claudette was nothing compared to Alicia.
Regardless, now is the time to start praying for people who live along the coast.