Hurricane
Raymond J. Timmins
yeah, Erin's
supposed to
hit with
100 mph winds,
but she'll
probably miss
Orlando.
after work
Paul and I
roared down
to Titusville,
as close to
the coast as
we could get;
we had the
old video camera.
then we
went a bit
farther
south--
"gonna send
this video
up to the
fiancee in
Alaska--been
bitching 'bout
rain. I'll
show her
rain!"
Paul was
mad, but
I was letting
him drive
me into the
belly of
the beast,
so what does
that make
me?
stupid.
(that's what
one friend
told me before
we left.)
got some
heavy rain
coming down
in huge
sheets. saw
bright
green flares
every few
minutes which
we later
found out were
powerline
transformers
exploding--
they lit
the whole sky
up green,
like you were
looking up
at the sky
from
beneath the
ocean.
signs and
traffic lights
waving in
the wind.
garbage blowing
like tumbleweed
across the
street in front
of the car.
palm fronds
lined up like
corpses on
the road.
the streets
dead. they
were ours.
got into
serious rain
and winds
going back
up the highway
heading home--
his dad
was waiting
up for him.
everyone
we told
thought we
were crazy,
but it's
better than
sitting at
home watching
the Weather
Channel.
people love
destruction
and chaos, they
are fascinated
by it; but
hardly any of
them want to
experience
it firsthand--
they'd rather
sit on
their
fat asses and
watch CNN.
maybe it's
nice to
know that
others are
suffering out
there in
this wild,
chaotic world
and you can sit
at home in
your comfy
chair and
be in total
control . . .
with that
all-powerful
remote.
if you want to
know about
the weather,
go out and
FEEL it for
yourself.
from 1995
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