Saturday night. She wants to see the surf at the island. An adventure. We can eat at Subway, she says. It’s not too bad, is the defense for the choice. Okay by me.

No prep, we jump in the car. Down Alton Gloor heading east and the sun is directly behind us. Its after six already. [...]

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Photos by Stan Raines
We went to the beach last night, arriving just before dusk. We’ve never seen the ocean so disturbed. The Weather Channel charts showed eight to ten foot waves in our area, and we would not dispute the numbers. Some were coming a hundred yards up the beach after they crashed.

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from Gene’s Notebook
…and, the hurricane afar, like the ambulance’s scream in the night, and eveyone you love is within touch; like the bus accident that you’re not part of; like the body counts from wars that are not you and yours ….
Self-preservation, so so important, so so narrow ….
We look at Ike, earlier, see the [...]

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