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9/20/03
Hurricane Isabel has come and gone, with little fanfare in the Triangle
area. The eastern areas of the state got hit pretty good
though.
So, my dad is closing in on the 2 year mark as a North Carolina
resident. (He was born in Kentucky, so no "Yankee"
jokes.) Isabel marks his (and his wife's) first encounter with
Hurricanes. It was not a good introduction. Living a little
farther east than I do, he got hit a little harder than we did. Hit
to the tune of two trees through the upstairs roof.
So he has two trees through the roof, and a hurricane still raging
outside, when the hospital calls to tell him that someone has fallen down
a flight of steps and needs to have the fracture pinned (apparently
pinned=the messed it up bad.) Not only are there trees protruding
through his house, but the other trees that have fallen down are now
blocking the roads out of the neighborhood.
So he gets on my step mom's bike, and sets out in the
storm.
He relayed to me that he thinks maybe the eye was passing over at the
time (although at that point it had lost quite a bit of definition)
because it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. Half way
to the hospital the driver they had sent out made contact with him and
took him the rest of the way in.
I told him he was liable to end up with the reputation of "The
Crazy Bike Riding Doctor". He's hoping they only part of the
story that survives is that he did the job during the hurricane.
I love you Dad, but I'm lobbying for the bike story!
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