Cindy, that's okay, I didn't mean any disrespect. I remember 1983's Alicia very well. We lived in Northeast Houston right outside the 610 loop near 1-45. We lived in a two-story wood house on blocks. Sometime in the middle of the night, my parents grabbed my little sisters and ran downstairs fearing the roof was going to be blown off. I looked outside my window and it was one big blur of debris, branches, etc. flying around. Miraculously, that old wooden house survived and with all the pine trees (Kato!) not one fell on the house. Seriously, the Man Upstairs was watching out for us. Some people were not as fortunate. We didn't have electricity for awhile and the generator wasn't enough so we wound up squeezing the 6 of us in a hotel room for nearly a week because it was HOT afterwards.
Hang on to your hats, my fellow Houstonians and beyond!
Hang on to your hats, my fellow Houstonians and beyond!