| Author: | R. Richard | ISBN: | 9781458150141 |
| Publisher: | R. Richard | Publication: | May 30, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | R. Richard |
| ISBN: | 9781458150141 |
| Publisher: | R. Richard |
| Publication: | May 30, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
A man lives in what's called the low country of South Carolina. He lives right on the coast of the low country, in a dome house set on high ground.
One of the big problems with the low country is the hurricanes that blow in off the Atlantic Ocean or up from the Gulf of Mexico. However, experts tell the man that the way his house is built and the way the land lies, he's safe up to at least 200 miles per hour of wind and tidal surge.
Not everyone in the area is so careful. Just to the South of him, a famous writer has a conventional house on flat land where the marsh to the East used to drain into the ocean before they built the new highway. Now the marsh drains through a little creek that flows along the North edge of my property, a ways from my house.
The problem with building on former marsh drainage land is that the ocean bottom just offshore is eroded due to centuries of swamp outflow. If a storm causes surge, the surge will definitely use the path up the ocean bottom and along the former stream bed. Any good engineer in the area can explain it better.
Now, as far as the man is concerned, the ocean can just take the famous writer. However, he has a real sexy blonde wife. The famous writer kind of owns the lady. Now. that sort of thing is evil, cruel and demeaning and if anybody is going to own that lady, the man want's it to be him, and not the famous writer.
One day, the weather people on the TV tell of yet another killer hurricane, headed for the South Carolina coast. Since the area the man lives in is often called Hurricane Alley, it's not too much of a surprise. This particular storm looks even worse than Hugo and Hugo damn near destroyed North Charleston.
The man gets my place ready. The man goes over and tries to talk to the neighbors. The famous writer just doesn't want to listen. He doesn't need to evacuate, that sort of thing is only local superstition, and he has a good, well-built house. The famous writer also thinks, as usual, that the man's visit is just another plot to get at his wife.
The hurricane comes and the man receives a call from the wife of the famous writer.
A man lives in what's called the low country of South Carolina. He lives right on the coast of the low country, in a dome house set on high ground.
One of the big problems with the low country is the hurricanes that blow in off the Atlantic Ocean or up from the Gulf of Mexico. However, experts tell the man that the way his house is built and the way the land lies, he's safe up to at least 200 miles per hour of wind and tidal surge.
Not everyone in the area is so careful. Just to the South of him, a famous writer has a conventional house on flat land where the marsh to the East used to drain into the ocean before they built the new highway. Now the marsh drains through a little creek that flows along the North edge of my property, a ways from my house.
The problem with building on former marsh drainage land is that the ocean bottom just offshore is eroded due to centuries of swamp outflow. If a storm causes surge, the surge will definitely use the path up the ocean bottom and along the former stream bed. Any good engineer in the area can explain it better.
Now, as far as the man is concerned, the ocean can just take the famous writer. However, he has a real sexy blonde wife. The famous writer kind of owns the lady. Now. that sort of thing is evil, cruel and demeaning and if anybody is going to own that lady, the man want's it to be him, and not the famous writer.
One day, the weather people on the TV tell of yet another killer hurricane, headed for the South Carolina coast. Since the area the man lives in is often called Hurricane Alley, it's not too much of a surprise. This particular storm looks even worse than Hugo and Hugo damn near destroyed North Charleston.
The man gets my place ready. The man goes over and tries to talk to the neighbors. The famous writer just doesn't want to listen. He doesn't need to evacuate, that sort of thing is only local superstition, and he has a good, well-built house. The famous writer also thinks, as usual, that the man's visit is just another plot to get at his wife.
The hurricane comes and the man receives a call from the wife of the famous writer.
