So long 2010 hurricane season.
We hardly knew ye.
Which is the way we like it.
Nineteen named storms, the third most on record, but nary a one crossed our path.
Sweet.
That we avoided a major hurricane for a record-tying, fifth year in a row is nice and all.
But we just take them one year at a time.
Each June 1 ushers in another six months of waiting and watching, punching up the National Hurricane Center Website umpteen times a day whenever another tropical depression is forming over the horizon and rolling this way.
Not to mention checking our plywood hurricane shutters, making sure termites haven't dined on them in the offseason, and that all the wing nuts are accounted for just in case.
Thankfully, we never had to pull the trigger and go to battle stations this year.
Again.
The 2010 hurricane season is a fast fading memory.
A gentle giant, a National Weather Service official called it.
Right.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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