Waiting for the hurricane that never arrives
I wrote this early this week as Tropical Depression Florence quietly swept through our section of South Carolina. I put it in quotes only to separate it from the rest of this entry. "My Sunday is as gentle as a rainy day can be. No one expected that when Hurricane Florence was approaching the Carolina coast. Forecasts called for major damage throughout North and South Carolina, including our little corner known as the Upstate. The rain today is somewhere between a drizzle and a mist. The wind barely stirs the upper branches on tall trees. The forecasts for our area were as accurate as those for the 2016 presidential election. Two days ago, the predictions called for us to get nearly 3 inches of rain, and winds to be nearly 50 mph. Nearby Greenville, only 25 miles to our east, was expected to get nearly 5 inches of rain. What happened? Those big bands on the northern side of Florence veered a little more to the north. The rain-laden storm front didn't dip into our area. No ...