On hundred thirteen years ago today, a major hurricane was about to hit Galveston, Texas. The massive storm surge destroyed most of the city and killed 10,000 people.
Galveston is close to my heart. I met my wife in Galveston, my father in law was nearly killed riding his bike there, and the man who introduced me to my wife died shortly thereafter of AIDS in Galveston. It was a horrible way to go, but he was thinking about other people right up to the end.
People who claim hurricanes are getting worse touch a raw nerve with me.