oomis, that was gloria in 86. It was a friday with succot on sunday night. We were in the beach area of Far Rock, and we the new car and new kids to higher ground on LI. The storms eye passed through LI, and there were some very tired tropical birds falling out of the sky. We headed home for shabbos, threading our way through a maze of downed maple trees in the Five towns. Many succot were trashed, including some of the big shul succot that were reduced to splinters. Back in my tv watching days, there was Camille. In New Orleans they were holding hurricane parties on the bay, and in the aftermath, they had to pick 200 or so bodies out of the trees that still stood. I was up in the Catskills at the time, and there was sideways sheets of rain like I never saw, and ancient huge pine trees bending like silly putty (remember silly putty?)
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