It occurred to me the other day that I hadn't posted anything to this in over a year. The strangest part is, I now live in the city that I once wrote about, and the scariest part is: things haven't changed here much.
I remember Ike for the long, drizzly day that accompanied it up in Dallas back in 2008 and I don't want to remember what happens when something like it, or worse in what ever capacity, can do to a place like this. Contrary to how most people feel, I really like Houston, it's kind of become my hometown (er, city) by adoption. By all estimates, it appears that the only way Texas will get any significant rain this summer is through a tropical cyclone and with the poofing that Don did last week it was a slap in the face for many that anticipated its arrival as a relatively weak storm. Good news for the cotton farmers though.
The fires we had last month up north of here really made my heart sink, and driving through the scorched bits along I-45 on my way down here didn't help much either. However, the pine scent was almost intoxicating. :)
More later.
