November 9, 1989
It’s not unusual for me to skip a day or two posting to the blog lately, but I have a really good excuse for missing yesterday. Hurricane Zeta knocked out power to my neighborhood, and it remained out for almost 24 hours. That’s not bad. Hundreds of thousands of people, perhaps a million and more, are still without. Actually, it was Tropical Storm Zeta when it arrived on my doorstep, but this nasty little cyclone exceeded expectations everywhere it went. It was predicted to be a Category 1 storm when it came ashore south of New Orleans. Instead it was a distinct Category 2. It was expected to peter out rather quickly once it advanced inland, becoming a mere tropical depression almost immediately. That did not happen. It maintained tropical storm-force winds across the southeast, well into northwest Georgia. I can’t complain. I lost one already-dicey windowpane and spent much of Thursday picking up sticks in the yard. I’m good with that. A late-October hurricane is not unheard of, but they’re not common either. And there are 30 more days left in hurricane season. Don’t bet against 2020!