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Originally Posted by azzarule
Morning Rick, Glen, Dave, Darell, David, Max, et al, raining raining raining. Hubby is home for the day, just in case, apparently the military machine slows down for a hurricanee.
Time for the morning coffee.
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My dad was an Air Force pilot. A hurricane was approaching the AFB base at Lake Charles LA. He had to fly his airplane up to Kansas and leave my mom behind in a house 1/2 miles from the ocean. I was an infant and my older brother was 3. My mom was not happy.
Many of the other wifes of pilots all came to our house to ride out the storm. Mom said it was 1/2 dozen hysterical women from up north that had never seen a big storm and they all had young kids. I am glad I was too young to remember it.