finally passed me to Miami. Then I had to go thru the same thing at the Venetian Causeway, but got thru and bummed a ride with a girl driving a Red Cross car.
A Miami Beach resident very aptly describes a hurricane “A hell of a lot of wind in a hell of a hurry.” Don’t know as that’s what would be found in Webster’s, but we who have lived through one can have our own definitions.
Now for the funny side of it. A fellow who works on the Tribune went out between blows for a look-see. He started back home about the same time the wind started from the south. It blew him like a piece of paper across three lots, so he steered himself in the direction of his home and trusted to luck. His luck held, he was blown right thru the screen door on the porch and his mother seeing him coming so fast opened the front door and when she did the suction took the kitchen from the rear of the house and smashed it into the garage. Just fancy you open the front door and the kitchen blows out the back.
A family living four miles from a dairy, found three cows wading round in their back yard. They still had them one week from the storm. People hadn’t picked up all their belongings in that time.
People living within a block or two of the ocean were dodging big fish, and when dodging them were falling over the others on the floor. Plenty of fish, but no one had any desire to fish. One man got hit so hard in the head by a big fish as it came thru the window that it knocked him out. The snappers weighed anywhere