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In 1965, when I was in junior high school, we were living near Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and experienced Hurricane Betsy. The storm was the most costly that the state had experienced up to that point. It seemed that Betsy's northward track was going to miss Florida all together. But then it took an extreme change of course and headed southwest toward Florida. For me, a thirteen year old who had never experienced anything like that, it was an exciting adventure. And classes, of course, had been cancelled. I remember the next-door neighbor coming over to help us with the hurricane shutters. All of the windows had metal awnings which could be lowered and screwed into the wall, covering the windows. We never lost electricity. We sat in the house, unable to see outside, watching old movies that were broadcast continually on the TV station. (This was long before the Weather Channel and its constant coverage.) When it was over, there was a lot of standing water and debris all over, but our neighborhood suffered no major damage. However, five people in Florida died, and there was $139 million worth of damage.
Of course, here in Ohio, we don't have to worry about hurricanes. We did, however, experience the remnants of Hurricane Sandy in 2012. Gusts of 68 miles per hour were reported in the Cleveland area. I remember lying awake in bed that night, listening to the wind howling, and hoping that the trees around my house would not topple. The next morning, other than a lot of small branches strewn all over, there was no damage in the neighborhood. When I went out to run some errands, though, I saw numerous trees that had been uprooted, and at least one which had fallen on a house. I was lucky.
I am hoping against hope that the people in Mexico have also "lucked out".