Yikey-Ike

When I was on my honey moon, I spent a night at a nice bed and breakfast in Galveston. On the bedside table was a book called Isaac's Storm about a weather forecaster and the horrible hurricane of 1900 that wiped half the island's face off at the turn of the previous century. I read it through in one night and often thought of the story while reading Rising Tide (in which Isaac also features prominently) and then through the Katrina fiasco.

So I am thinking about Galveston and patiently replacing the plastic on the window panes every time the very blustery wind blows it in (with gusto, too).