This is going to be a very interesting thread to be sure.
I grew up in Atlantic City, NJ (when it was beautiful I want to add)
and when I was around 8 we had a terrible hurricane. We lived two
blocks from the beach on Pennsylvania Ave and on the third floor.
The winds were so bad. My uncle had a row boat out in the street
and the ocean came up that far and he and other's were rowing up and
down the streets. My grandmother opened the window to yell at
him and her living room curtains were caught by the wind and torn
right off the window and flew around the telephone pole outside.
They hung there tattered and torn for years. That story still
sticks in my mind. The bldg is now gone I wonder if the curtains
fragments are still there.
