turning cars upside down, ripping off the tops and lifting them right off the pavement.
The kitchen ranges are run by electricity, no current, no eats. They managed to get an oil stove burning and made coffee it was cold and salty. You know the rain was all salty too. Everything tasted salty for a week.
When the wind came from the south it took everything on the west side. Our room was flooded, my watch was on the dresser and it laid in water until late that night. I’d forgotten it.
As soon as we were sure the storm was over we began exploring south beach. What a wreck. In some places we waded in water to our waists, not knowing whether we’d step on a live wire, tin or glass. Anything could be in the middle of the street.
Our place, a fruit stand