Hurricane Hugo was fast approaching the Georgia Coast.
We watched and waited; waited and watched. Almost all storm trackers predicted a dead hit on Jacksonville, FL just south of where I grew up, which would put my very low hometown in the worst part of the storm surge. Right at the last moment, Hugo veered to the North and slammed the South Carolina coast.
This was the first and only hurricane that caused us to evacuate as a family. We lived between a tidal river and the ocean. It wouldn't take much of a storm surge to inundate my entire hometown. Category Fours are no joke, people.
Unless you are almost 14 and have a taste for the macabre.
I wrote a song about it.
Hugo the Class 4 Hurricane
(sung to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Written by Dana
Hugo the class 4 Hurricane
Had very strong winds
and if you ever saw them
you would never see again.
All of the other Southern States,
Used to laugh and not worry
Till [sic] poor Hugo Hit
Charleston Dead on
The one
Hugo came to say
"Southern States with all your pride,
I'm surprised you have not died"
All of the people feared him
as they shouted out with glee
"Hugo the class 4 Hurricane
you'll go down in History"
I don't think I'll write a song about Hurricane Irene. My singer/songwriter days are long behind me.
If you don't hear from me, we probably don't have power.
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Come on
I swear (well he means)
At this moment you mean
everything,
With you in that dress
my thoughts I confess
verge on dirty
Ah come on
Hmmmm...there's potential in there somewhere...
