NORTH MIAMI BEACH — Being right in the middle of a hurricane is quite an experience, one that I would not dare to repeat.
Late-bloomer Wilma is buffeting Miami and points north with winds of 110 mph. If I look out my windows, I’d see a truly tropical tableau of sharply angled rain, and curling, curving trees.
The houses are thus far holding their own but many of mankind’s lesser structures, such as utility sheds, have capitulated to the elements. Electricity is out but our water is running.
Two hours more to endure, say the forecasters. We pray for mercy.
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