If you look dead east to the hurricane, you’d find where I lived 20 some odd years ago.  It hit like an atomic bomb that make south Florida look like Hiroshima.

It sounded like a freight train all night long.   We had a new born and were mighty scared for hours.  Fortunately, it moved fast and was over by the next day.

I had to crawl out of a window with a chain saw to cut a tree off of my front door so that we could get out of the house.  We were lucky as it was a relatively compact storm and hit only about 40-50 miles south of where our house was.  That was the difference between our house standing vs. being a pile of bricks.