Boy, was THAT ever a strange one. I've lived here since 1846 and never saw anything like it.

The clouds began spinning at about ten o' clock in the morning, maybe fifty miles offshore. It tightened up and took shape nicely all during the day, which was wayyy fascinating to witness in real time via the miracle of the internet and Doppler radar, and finally came ashore late at night with the results you have seen reported.

G'ston and I were on the clean side, and got an extra breeze or two wafting through the trees, and a sprinkling of rain. But High Island, which is like ten miles further up the coast, was on the other side of the circulation, and took a nuclear hit; our next door neighbors got a sho-nuff hurry-cane out of the deal where we didn't get squat. Everyone in the Clear Lake area is just shaking their heads at the whole thing. Not even a storm surge... in fact, tides have been abnormally high for a couple weeks, and actually went DOWN when Humberto came to town.

I call 'em hurry-canes because that's primarily what they do: hurry. I'm glad this one did... give that baby another lousy few hours out there, and I might be talking about a whole 'nuther scene.